What I cannot love$$$ I overlook.

My melancholy thoughts are back. But I still love the idea of love.

Something$$$ like nothing$$$ happens anywhere.

Forgiveness is giving up all hope of having had a better past.

We are not strangers to ourselves$$$ we only try to be.

He needs to go rub his soul against life.

In a word$$$ I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right$$$ as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong.

It is a far$$$ far better thing that I do$$$ than I have ever done; it is a far$$$ far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.

A loving heart is the truest wisdom.

Everybody knows that Aristotelian two-value logic is fucked.