Men's views of things are the result of their understanding alone. Their conduct is regulated by their understanding$$$ their temper$$$ and their passions.

Tis not unreasonable for me to prefer the destruction of the whole world to the scratching of my finger.

Reading and sauntering and lounging and dosing$$$ which I call thinking$$$ is my supreme Happiness.

Like a welcome summer rain$$$ humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth$$$ the air and you.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

So since I'm still here livin'$$$ I guess I will live on. I could've died for love--But for livin' I was born.

Like a compass needle that points north$$$ a man's accusing finger always finds a woman. Always.

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

It is far more important to know what person the disease has than what disease the person has.

We were joined in our strengths rather than in our weaknesses.