Existence$$$ after losing her$$$ would be hell.

I am a writer perhaps because I am not a talker.

Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.

Only a knowledgeable$$$ empowered and vocal citizenry can perform well in democracy.

The specie's greatest harvest words.

A book is a loaded gun.

Are you happy?

The United States appear to be destined by Providence to plague America with misery in the name of liberty.

Your intuition knows what to write$$$ so get out of the way.

Contemplate the extent and stability of the heavens$$$ and then at last cease to admire worthless things.