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There Are Many Pages In The Book, Many Kinds Of Lives We Each Can Live, Many Ways To Be Rich, And Even More To Be Poor.

Loving Can Cost A Lot But Not Loving Always Costs More, And Those Who Fear To Love Often Find That Want Of Love Is An Emptiness That Robs The Joy From Life.

The People In Your Life Are Like The Pillars On Your Porch. Sometimes They Hold You Up, And Sometimes They Lean On You. Sometimes It's Enough To Know They Are Standing By.

The Roots Of Love Sink Down And Deep And Strike Out Far, And They Are Arteries That Feed Our Lives, So We Must See That They Get The Water And Sun They Need So They Can Nourish Us. And When You Put Something Good Into The World, Something Good Comes Back To You.

But Who Would Rush At A Benighted Man, And Give Him Two Black Eyes For Being Blind?