Stories distribute the suffering so that it can be borne.

England is governed not by logic but by parliament.

The first step to eternal life is you have to die.

People with self-respect have the courage of their mistakes. They know the price of things.

I know what "nothing" means$$$ and keep on playing.

That no one dies of migraine seems to someone deep in an attack as an ambiguous blessing.

I would have drowned twice to save you sinking$$$ dear.

My cow is not pretty$$$ but it is pretty to me.

But it is growing damp and I must go in. Memorys fog is rising.

There are$$$ that resting$$$ rise.<br/>Can I expound the skies?<br/>How still the riddle lies!