The sun shone$$$ having no alternative$$$ on the nothing new.

Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn't want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No$$$ I wouldn't want them back.

It is the task of the translator to release in his own language that pure language that is under the spell of another$$$ to liberate the language imprisoned in a work in his re-creation of that work.

Fortune resists half-hearted prayers.

No$$$ I regret nothing$$$ all I regret is having been born$$$ dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

No matter how hard we try to be mature$$$ we will always be a kid when we all get hurt and cry.

Auto racing is boring except when a car is going at least 172 miles per hour upside down.

Although golf was originally restricted to wealthy$$$ overweight Protestants$$$ today it's open to anybody who owns hideous clothing.

The problem with winter sports is that -- follow me closely here -- they generally take place in winter.

We journalists make it a point to know very little about an extremely wide variety of topics; this is how we stay objective.