By crude oil we are fleetingly made royal.
Drill the earth; fly the sky; reign on high.
We drag carbon from the ground, we race upon the earth, we fill the air — these are the ways of modern ephemera.
Oil is limited; machinery is temporary; love is infinite.
Gasoline is speed; jet fuel is heroin.
Oil toil, roil and boil, wind and soil and sea we spoil.
We put life in our bodies, death in our cars.
Gold, diamonds and oil draw men together, then these three tear families apart.
A town is boomed, morality entombed.
The oil that made us rich will one day make us poor.
Modern Thought Proverbs, Aphorisms and Epigrams 