We Marry To Grow Up, To Escape

There Are No Perfect Men Of Course, But Some Are More Perfect Than Others, And We Can Use All Of Those We Can Get.

It's Hard To Tell Our Good Luck Sometimes. Hard To Tell Sometimes For Many Years To Come. And Most Of Us Have Wept Copious Tears Over Someone Or Something, When If We'd Understood The Situation Better, We Might Have Celebrated Our Good Fortune Insteadone Can Never Change The Past, Only The Hold It Has On You And While Nothing In Your Life Is Reversible, You Can Reverse It Nevertheless.

Until You Divest Yourself Of The Notion That You Are A Collection Of Needs, An Empty Vessel That Someone Else Must Fill Up, There Will Be No Safe Place To Harbor Yourself, No Safe Shore To Reach. As Long As You Think Mostly Of Getting, You Will Have Nothing Real To Give.

The Act Is Unjustifiable That Either Begs For A Blessing, Or, Having Succeeded Gives No Thanksgiving.

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.