The most futile thing in this world is any attempt$$$ perhaps$$$ at exact definition of character. All individuals are a bundle of contradictions - none more so than the most capable.

We're endangered by our own success.

Dying - you can't do that to a cat.

Of all vile things current on earth$$$ none is so vile as money.

If he's alive$$$ he has everything in his power!

What does reason know? Reason only knows what it has succeeded in learning.

Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.

And nothing is$$$ but what is not.

That moon which the sky never saw even in dreams has risen again.

It is wrong to ask for more than you give freely. In this way$$$ we come to resemble what we hate.