Lips readily touch lips; souls struggle to even get into the same room.

Dream super big; it all but guarantees failure.

There are two occasions when it is easy to win our enemies — later and after that.

If we knew how to quit each other, we might more readily begin each other.

No bad deed goes unrewarded.

To be loved, that is enough — and solitude.

Every good boy deserve favor, every failed one too.

We become who we become because of our parents; after we must discover how to change that.

Grow old with me — my worst to see.

I love you too — do you?

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