Everything is trust, all the rest is dust.

Will you gather daydreams or will you gather wealth? How can you find your fortune when you cannot find yourself?

If I could read your mind, what a tale your thoughts could tell. Just like a paperback novel, the kind that drugstores sell.

Getting lost in her loving is your first mistake.

When love is true there is no truer occupation.

Words are for explaining the mistakes we might have made, names are for calling when there is nothing left to say.

Both the Beatles and The Rolling Stones broke on the music scene the summer I was in England. I can vividly remember hearing She Loves You in August 1963.