Night$$$ the mother of fear and mystery$$$ was coming upon me.

Because he had nothing to hide$$$ he did perhaps appear to have forfeited a little of his strength. But that is the irony of honesty.

Human existence is so fragile a thing and exposed to such dangers that I cannot love without trembling.

He did not fail in love$$$ but he lost the joy of it.

True success is figuring out your life and career so you never have to be around jerks.

For capitalism to work$$$ we all need one another.

Horses make a landscape look beautiful.

Animals can communicate quite well. And they do. And generally speaking$$$ they are ignored

I can't fix my mouth to say how I feel.

Oh$$$ Celie$$$ unbelief is a terrible thing. And so is the hurt we cause others unknowingly.