I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them; I have nothing in common with them.

If you can't say anything nice about anyone else$$$ come sit next to me.

And what was the song which she sang? Ah$$$ my little man$$$ I am too old to sing that song$$$ and you too young to understand it.

An action$$$ to have moral worth$$$ must be done from duty.

Whatever is rejected from the self$$$ appears in the world as an event.

What is character but the determination of incident?

Nearly everything seems a letdown after a writer has finished writing something.

Words without actions are the assassins of idealism.

The enemy is anybody who's going to get you killed$$$ no matter which side he is on.

Judging by his outlandish attire$$$ he's some sort of free-thinking anarchist.