Quotes by Benjamin Franklin King

Nothing to breathe but air, Quick as a flash 'tis gone; Nowhere to fall but off, Nowhere to stand but on!

Nothing to do but work, Nothing to eat but food, Nothing to wear out but clothes, To keep one from going nude.

Nowhere to go but out, Nowhere to come but back.

We seem to exist in a hazardous time, Driftin' along here through space; Nobody knows just when we begun, Or how fur we've gone in the race.