I've Got Forward Momentum. There's No Virtue

I'm Sorry. I Can Love You. I Can Grieve For You, Or With You. I Can Share Your Pain. But I Cannot Judge You.

When I Go Down Into The Ground At Last, As God Is My Judge, I Pray My Best-beloved May Have Better To Say Of Me Than, "he Didn't Hit Me."

Experience Suggests It Doesn't Matter So Much How You Got Here, As What You Do After You Arrive.

You Should Have Fallen In Love With A Happy Man, If You Wanted Happiness. But No, You Had To Fall For The Breathtaking Beauty Of Pain.

When You Give Each Other Everything, It Becomes An Even Trade. Each Wins All.