May not the space between heaven and earth be compared to a bellows?

Simply because we were licked a hundred years before we started is no reason for us not to try to win.

These dons$$$ so ponderous$$$ so circuitous$$$ no sense of time. In a minute they'll be talking about the meaning of meaning.

How could a decent person ever rejoice in victory and delight in the slaughter of men.

Some beautiful things are more impressive when left imperfect than when than when too highly finished

I love you$$$ but$$$ because inexplicably I love in you something more than you — the objet petit a — I mutilate you.

Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.

Peace can come only when there is love.

You have to do what you think is the right thing$$$ but just make sure its the right thing in the long run$$$ and not just for the moment.

He who thinks little errs much.