I Keep On Dying, Because I Love

The Main Thing In One's Own Private World Is To Try To Laugh As Much As You Cry.

The Need For Change Bulldozed A Road Down The Center Of My Mind.

No Sun Outlasts Its Sunset, But Will Rise Again And Bring The Dawn.

I Have Need Of A Friend. There Is One And Only One Who Will Give The Air From His Failing Lungs For My Body's Mend. And That One Is My Love.

When I Love Somebody, I Like Him To Be Around; I Like Him To Take Me Out To Dinner; I Like To Look At The Sunset With Him. But If Not, I Love Him And I Hope He's Looking At The Same Sun I Am. Loving Someone Liberates The Lover As Well As The Beloved. And That Kind Of Love Comes With Age. Some Of This Wisdom Came To Me After I Was 50 Or 60.