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I told my wife that a husband is like a fine wine; he gets better with age. The next day, read more

I told my wife that a husband is like a fine wine; he gets better with age. The next day, she locked me in the cellar.

The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.

The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.

He who hesitates is not only lost, but miles from the next exit.

He who hesitates is not only lost, but miles from the next exit.

The dynamics that are required to make any relationship work: Just keep putting your love out there.

The dynamics that are required to make any relationship work: Just keep putting your love out there.

What is life, except excuse for death, or death but an escape from life.

What is life, except excuse for death, or death but an escape from life.