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| Beaverton GiftsBaskets | | The goal of all civilization, all religious | | Friendship is unnecessary, like |
| Forest Grove GiftsBaskets | | thought, and all that sort of thing is | | philosophy, like art.... It has no survival |
| Portland GiftsBaskets | | simply to have a good time. But man | | value; rather it is one of those things |
| | | gets so solemn over the process that | | that give value to survival. |
| | | he forgets the end. | | |
| | | | | There are no shortcuts to any place |
| | | The lover is a monotheist who knows | | worth going. |
| | | that other people worship different | | |
| | | gods but cannot himself imagine that | | Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes |
| | | there could be other gods. | | out all sense of time, destroying all |
| | | | | memory of a beginning and all fear of |
| | | Each day of our lives we make | | an end. |
| | | deposits in the memory banks of our | | |
| | | children. | | When I was younger, I could remember |
| | | | | anything, whether it had happened or |
| | | We are all a little weird and life's a little | | not; but my faculties are decaying now |
| | | weird, and when we find someone | | and soon I shall be so I cannot |
| | | whose weirdness is compatible with | | remember any but the things that never |
| | | ours, we join up with them and fall in | | happened. It is sad to go to pieces like |
| | | mutual weirdness and call it love. | | this but we all have to do it. |
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| | | We don't believe in rheumatism and | | Life is a moderately good play with a |
| | | true love until after the first attack. | | badly written third act. |
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| | | Rest is not idleness, and to lie | | Some people go to priests; others to |
| | | sometimes on the grass under trees on | | poetry; I to my friends. |
| | | a summer's day, listening to the | | |
| | | murmur of the water, or watching the | | A professor is someone who talks in |
| | | clouds float across the sky, is by no | | someone else's sleep. |
| | | means a waste of time. | | |
| | | | | Trip over love, you can get up. Fall in |
| | | I keep coming back to you in my head, | | love and you fall forever. |
| | | but you couldn't know that, and I have | | |
| | | no carbons. | | Things turn out best for the people who |
| | | | | make the best out of the way things turn |
| Hillsboro GiftsBaskets | | Golf is played by twenty million mature | | out. |
| Beaverton GiftsBaskets | | American men whose wives think they | | |
| Grants Pass GiftsBaskets | | are out having fun. | | Growing old is mandatory; growing up |
| Newport GiftsBaskets | | | | is optional. |
| | | Write it on your heart that every day is | | |
| | | the best day in the year. | | If you were to open up a baby's head - |
| | | | | and I am not for a moment suggesting |
| | | Children are a great comfort in your old | | that you should - you would find nothing |
| | | age - and they help you reach it faster, | | but an enormous drool gland. |
| | | too. | | |
| | | | | Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, |
| | | True remorse is never just a regret | | you'll land among the stars. |
| | | over consequence; it is a regret over | | |
| | | motive. | | A birthday is just the first day of another |
| | | | | the trip. |
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