Money Is The Seal And Stamp Of

At The Back Of My Life's Horizon, Where The Dreamings Of Past Lives Crowd.

The Tiny Fish Enjoy Themselves In The Sea.

But I Like The Feel Of Men On Things, While They're Alive. There's A Feel Of Men About Trucks, Because They've Been Handled With Men's Hands, All Of Them.

The Great Home Of The Soul Is The Open Road.

When I Went To The Scientific Doctor I Realised What A Lust There Was In Him To Wreak His So-called Science On Me And Reduce Me To The Level Of A Thing. So I Said: Good-morning! And Left Him.