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You Know, The One With All The Well Meaning Rules That Don't Work Out In Real Life, Uh, Christianity.

True Friends Appear Less Moved Than Counterfeit.

Better To Flee From Death Than Feel Its Grip.

I Only Hope Those Rumors I Hear About What Goes On In Prison Are Greatly Exaggerated.

But Curb Thou The High Spirit In Thy Breast, For Gentle Ways Are Best, And Keep Aloof From Sharp Contentions.