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I Believe Every...man Remembers The Girl He Thinks He Should Have Married. She Reappears To Him In His Lonely Moments, Or He Sees Her In The Face Of A Young Girl In The Park, Buying A Snowball Under An Oak Tree By The Baseball Diamond. But She Belongs To Back There, To Somebody Else, And That Thought Sometimes Rends Your Heart In A Way That You Never Share With Anyone Else.

Age Is A Clever Thief. It Takes A Little From You Each Day, So You're Not Aware Of Your Loss Until It'd Irreversible.

Is There A Design In The Events Of Our Lives? Or Do Things Just Happen, Much Like A Junk Yard Falling Down A Staircase? If It's The Latter, How Do You Deal With It?

The Allure Of Montana Is Like A Commitment To A Narcotic; You Can Never Use It Up Or Get Enough Of It. Its Wilderness Areas Probably Resemble The Earth On The First Day Of Creation.

A Lie Is An Act Of Theft. It Steals Peoples Faith And Makes Them Resent Themselves