“Our love will never die. We’ll just dream another fantasy about touching each other.”

Love is never cruel when its true believe me because its different with you.

She has answers to save your soul trapped in her eyes.

It feels so good to know the insanity of our love is real.

Put a straw into my heart and drink my love for you.

Your love is the fuel to my soul.

Let your liquid sunshine pour all over my body.

Some days are made to lay in bed naked with you all day.

The touch of your pale skin illuminates my darkness.

If you really love her listen to her she will tell you the secrets of the universe.

Lets handcuff ourselves together naked and see what happens.

Moonlight fills the room illumination your delicious naked existence.

Tempt me with your lips and tease me when it drips.

Make me one with you so we will never be apart.

I dreamt of you when our souls bled together and now we are eternal.

Angels fly but you and I get so dirty I’m not sure we are so pure.

I want to go deep inside so I can feel the warmth of your dreams.

Being a Humanist means trying to behave decently without expectation of rewards or punishment after you are dead.

Cheap grace is the deadly enemy of our church. We are fighting today for costly grace.

The worst thing to do is to die while reading LIFE magazine.

Give me liberty or give me death.

I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.

The least I can do is speak out for the hundreds of chimpanzees who, right now, sit hunched, miserable and without hope, staring out with dead eyes from their metal prisons. They cannot speak for themselves.

The meaning of life is that it stops.

Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!