I think genre rules should be porous$$$ if not nonexistent.

If you are lucky enough to find a way of life you love$$$ you have to find the courage to live it.

There's nothing as scary as the future.

Gender mattered a whole lot less to Shakespeare than it seems to matter to us.

Self-hatred is worse than loneliness.

The urge to transcend self-conscious selfhood is$$$ as I have said$$$ a principal appetite of the soul.

The creation by word-power of something out of nothing — what is that but magic? And$$$ may I add$$$ what is that but literature?

Habit converts luxurious enjoyments into dull and daily necessities.

I never knew anyone$$$ that examined and deliberated about nonsense$$$ who did not believe it before the end of his enquiries.

It is$$$ therefore$$$ a just political maxim$$$ that every man must be supposed a knave.