The lost and found the Cause hath crowned$$$ The Day of Days is here.

New York$$$ the nation's thyroid gland.

There is only one success: to be able to spend life in your own way and not to give others absurd maddening claims upon it.

All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful$$$ but the beauty is grim.

High heels were invented by a woman who had been kissed on the forehead.

This thought strengthened in me my belief that all men$$$ without exception$$$ deserve to be pitied$$$ if only because they are alive.

Socrates and Jesus$$$ two teachers of virtue and love$$$ were executed because of the unsettling$$$ threatening power of their souls$$$ which was revealed in their personal lives and in their words.

We need people in our lives with whom we can be as open as possible. To have real conversations with people may seem like such a simple$$$ obvious suggestion$$$ but it involves courage and risk.

It seems to me that a pleasurable contemplation of beauty has certainly an immeasurably greater value than mere consciousness of pleasure.

A trial is not a science fair$$$ but rather a magic show. A show based on appearances and logical fallacies and sleight of hand. It isn't about proof. It is about convincing the jury.