I Would Rather Be Ashes Than Dust.

...men, Groping In The Arctic Darkness, Had Found A Yellow Metal, And Because Steamship And Transportation Companies Were Booming The Find, Thousands Of Men Were Rushing Into The Northland. These Men Wanted Dogs, And The Dogs They Wanted Were Heavy Dogs, With Strong Muscles By Which To Toil, And Furry Coats To Protect Them From The Frost.

Make Good The Good In You...and You Will Slowly Steal Into The Hawaiian Heart, Which Is All Of Softness, And Gentleness, And Sweetness.

Life Is So Short. I Would Rather Sing One Song Than Interpret The Thousand.

The Word Is Too Weak. There Is No Word In The Language Strong Enough To Describe My Feelings.

San Francisco Is Gone. Nothing Remains Of It But Memories.