Only Those Who Never Step, Never Stumble.

We Plan Our Lives In Long, Unbroken Stretches That Intersect Our Dreams The Way Highways Connect The City Dots On A Road Map. But In The End We Learn That Life Is Lived In The Side Roads, Alleys, And Detours.

Sunsets, Like Childhood, Are Viewed With Wonder Not Just Because They Are Beautiful But Because They Are Fleeting.

Love Never Gives In Or Up, Holding Tight To Lofty Ideals That Transcend This Earth And Time, While Its Counterfeit Simply Concludes It Was Mistaken And Quickly Runs Off To Find The Next Real Thing.

We Can Only Lose What We Have First Claimed.

Denial, Perhaps, Is A Necessary Human Mechanism To Cope With The Heartaches Of Life.