Friends share all things.

It would not be practical for her to hate herself. Luckily$$$ God sends a substitute$$$ a husband.

Facts always are sensational.

Myself is thus and so$$$ and will continue thus and so. And why fight it? My balance comes from instability.

I am a true adorer of life$$$ and if I can't reach as high as the face of it$$$ I plant my kiss somewhere lower down. Those who understand will require no further explanation.

We are funny creatures. We don't see the stars as they are$$$ so why do we love them? They are not small gold objects$$$ but endless fire.

Now I am silent$$$ hate<br>Up to my neck$$$<br>Thick$$$ thick.<br>I do not speak.

Music is the mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life.

I will take fate by the throat; it will never bend me completely to its will.

Nothing is more intolerable than to have admit to yourself your own errors.