A family is a little world within doors; the miniature resemblance of the great worls without

time having transformed his own body into a storehouse for man-made contraptions designed to fend off collapse... there was only our bodies, born to live and die on terms decided by the bodies that had lived and died before us.

If you had told me when I was starting out that I would be coming down to Nashville, kind of weaving in and out of the country scene, I never would&#39;ve thought that in a million years.

There is no worse bitterness than to reach the end of your life and realized you have not lived.

Written By M. Scott Peck

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