For as there are misanthropists$$$ or haters of men$$$ there are also misologists$$$ or haters of ideas$$$ and both spring from the same cause$$$ which is ignorance of the world.

Money-makers are tiresome company$$$ as they have no standard but cash value.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed<br>And sung me moon-struck$$$ kissed me quite insane.<br>(I think I made you up inside my head.)

It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative--which ever is running at the moment dominates my life$$$ floods it.

August rain: the best of the summer gone$$$ and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

Maybe forgetfulness$$$ like a kind snow$$$ should numb and cover them. But they were a part of me. They were my landscape.

What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security$$$ and$$$ What a man is is an arrow into the future and a what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from.

Everything people did seemed so silly$$$ because they only died in the end.

The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.

Why do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled enemy?