Give me the liberty to know$$$ to utter$$$ and to argue freely according to conscience$$$ above all liberties.

Everything remains unsettled forever$$$ depend on it.

She learned her hands in a fairy-tale$$$ and her mouth on a valentine.

Now$$$ I want to remember all this. My life has known days of innocence when I had only to close my eyes in order not to see.

Wasn't writing a kind of soaring$$$ an achievable form of flight$$$ of fancy$$$ of the imagination?

Scared money can't win and a worried man can't love.

I have coveted everything and taken pleasure in nothing.

When opportunity knocks all some people can do is complain about the noise.

Although we are all equally priests$$$ we cannot all publicly minister and teach.

There's never an easy route to the things that matter.