Ah$$$ children of the sunlight and the gaslight$$$ how little you know of the world in which you live!

Achievement is the death of endeavor and the birth of disgust.

Acquaintance: A person whom we know well enough to borrow from$$$ but not well enough to lend to.

Leave me to my own absurdity.

This banjo surrounds hate and forces it to surrender.

The evening star<br>Is the most<br>beautiful<br>of all stars.

Memory is not an instrument for exploring the past but its theatre. It is the medium of past experience$$$ as the ground is the medium in which dead cities lie interred.

You have to have the power to employ pain$$$ to repent$$$ to be illuminated$$$ you must have the opportunity and even the time.

Only self-hatred could lead him to ruin himself because his heart was "broken."

Strict seriousness was far more dangerous than any joke.