It was a fine cry - loud and long - but it had no bottom and it had no top$$$ just circles and circles of sorrow.

Lonely$$$ ain't it? Yes$$$ but my lonely is mine. Now your lonely is somebody else's. Made by somebody else and handed to you. Ain't that something? A secondhand lonely.

Disappointment came to me$$$ and booted me$$$ and bruised and hurt me$$$ but that's how people grow up.

You are your best thing.

You have not converted a man because you have silenced him.

desire for normality; a longing to adapt to some recognized and general rule; a wish to be like everyone else$$$ from the moment that being different meant being guilty.

The key to seeing the world's soul$$$ and in the process wakening our own$$$ is to get over the confusion by which we think that fact is real and imagination is illusion.

It's good advice$$$ but I expect it will be hard to follow; good advice is apt to be$$$ I think.

The greatest happiness is to sneeze when you want to.

I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.