Well$$$ if I can't be happy$$$ I can be useful$$$ perhaps.

I dance like the wind.

I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I don't know the answer.

I begin to think$$$ that a calm is not desirable in any situation in life. Man was made for action and for bustle too$$$ I believe.

So I lived alone. The first thing I did was take off my pants. Naturally.

The missionaries go forth to Christianize the savages - as if the savages weren't dangerous enough already.

The path of least resistance is the path of the loser.

Happiness depends more upon the internal frame of a persons own mind$$$ than on the externals in the world.

Guard against the impostures of pretended patriotism.

I do not grieve in the abstract$$$ but in the heart.