In the unlikely story that is America$$$ there has never been anything false about hope.
Federal and state laws (should) be changed to no longer make it a crime to possess marijuana for private use.
He$$$ who had done more than any human being to draw her out of the caves of her secret$$$ folded life$$$ now threw her down into deeper recesses of fear and doubt. The fall was greater than she had ever known$$$ because she had ventured so far into emotion and had abandoned herself to it.
If you do not breathe through writing$$$ if you do not cry out in writing$$$ or sing in writing$$$ then don't write$$$ because our culture has no use for it.
The truly faithless one is the one who makes love to only a fraction of you. And denies the rest.
To the end of history$$$ social orders will probably destroy themselves in an effort to prove they are indestructible.
Democracies are indeed slow to make war$$$ but once embarked upon a martial venture are equally slow to make peace and reluctant to make a tolerable$$$ rather than a vindictive$$$ peace.
Happiness does not come from consumption of things.
May our heart's garden of awakening bloom with hundreds of flowers.
It is possible to live twenty-four hours a day in a state of love. Every movement$$$ every glance$$$ every thought$$$ and every word can be infused with love.