Hope Is The Feeling We

The Hardest-learned Lesson: That People Have Only Their Kind Of Love To Give, Not Our Kind.

If You Must Reread Old Love Letters, Better Pick A Room Without Mirrors.

The Past Is Strapped To Our Backs. We Do Not Have To See It; We Can Always Feel It.

We Always Prefer War On Our Own Terms To Peace On Someone Else's.

When We Discuss Those We Love With Those Who Do Not Love Them, The End Of Love Is Near.