In The End You Have Only You.

Most Of Us Remain Strangers To Ourselves, Hiding Who We Are, And Ask Other Strangers, Hiding Who They Are, To Love Us.

Choose The Way Of Life. Choose The Way Of Love. Choose The Way Of Caring. Choose The Way Of Goodness. It's Up To You. It's Your Choice.

A Wife Says To Her Husband (or Vice Versa), "do You Love Me?""of Course," He Replies. "i've Been Married To You For Twenty Years, Haven't I?"how Satisfied Would We Be If We Presented Someone With A Vintage Wine And, Upon Asking His Opinion Of It, He Replied, "i'm Drinking It, Aren't I?"love Still Needs Expression Between Those Who Share It.

Love Is A Dynamic Interaction, Lived Every Second Of Our Lives, All Of Our Lives.

Experience Seems To Convince Us That Only Fools Trust, That Only Fools Believe And Accept All Things. If This Is True, Then Love Is Most Foolish. For If It Is Not Founded On Trust, Belief And Acceptance, It's Not Love.