All he needed was a wheel in his hand and four on the road.
Sweet life continues in the breeze, in the golden fields.
Ah, it was a fine night, a warm night, a wine-drinking night, a moony night, and a night to hug your girl and talk and spit and be heavengoing.
All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.
Always pull back-and see how silly we must look to God.
I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.