Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
Time is the longest distance between two places.
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The Secret Sits We dance round in a ring and suppose, But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.
What's past is prologue.
When I walk with you I feel as if I had a flower in my buttonhole.