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Some People Were Born To Work For Others. Not In A Mindless, Servile-way--rather They Simply Work Better In A Set Regimen Of Daily Tasks And Functions. Others Were Born Of The Entrepreneurial Spirit And Enjoy The Demands Of Self-determination And The Roll Of The Dice.

The Strength Of A Friendship Can Be Measured By The Weight Of The Burden It's Willing To Share. (if You Want To Test This Just Ask Someone To Help You Move.)

Such Fickle Days Of Love When Pain And Ecstasy Share The Same Hour

In The End, We All Lose It. Remember That. In The End, We Own Nothing.

We Love Those Whom We Serve (p. 26)