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Once I Thought Ideas Were Exceptions Not The Rule. That Is Not So. Ideas Are So Plentiful That They Ride On Air. You Have Only To Reach Out And Snatch One.

To Understand Others You Should Get Behind Their Eyes And Walk Down Their Spines.

I Cannot Speculate On What Our Cluttered Mind Will Save- Sleepy Sundays, Or A Nosebleed After Love. I Know Only The Dying Heart Needs The Nourishment Of Memory To Live Beyond Too Many Winters.

If I Could Do It Over, I'd Do Better.

The Gifts That One Receives For Giving Are So Immeasurable That It Is Almost An Injustice To Accept Them.