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I May Be Stupid, As You Say, To Believe In Honour And Friendship And Loyalty Without Price. But These Are Virtues To Be Cherished, For Without Them We Are No More Than Beasts Roaming The Land.

Love Is A Mystery. We Embrace It Where We Can. Mostly We Do Not Choose Whom We Love. It Just Happens. A Voice Speaks To Us, In Ways The Ears Cannot Hear. We Recognize A Beauty The Eye Does Not See. We Experience A Change In Our Hearts That No Voice Can Describe.

Love Is For Fools. It Is A Surging Of Blood In The Loins ... There Is No Mystery, And No Magic. Find Someone Else, My Boy.

A Man Cannot Spend His Life Worrying About The Unexpected.

True. The One Certainty About Riding, Braygan, Is That - At Some Time - You Will Fall Off. It Is A Fact. Another Fact You Might Like To Consider, In Your Life Of Perpetual Terror, Is That You Will Die. We Are All Going To Die, Some Of Us Young, Some Of Us Old, Some Of Us In Our Sleep, Some Of Us Screaming In Agony. We Cannot Stop It, We Can Only Delay It.