Pack your bags$$$ we're going on a guilt trip!

When you realize how perfect everything is$$$ you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky

I love the ground under his feet$$$ and the air over his head$$$ and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks$$$ and all his actions and him entirely and all together.

War is the business of barbarians.

We read$$$ I think$$$ to repair our solitude$$$ though pragmatically the better we read$$$ the more solitary we become.

Reading well is one of the great pleasures that solitude can afford you.

Politics is the art of the possible$$$ the science of the relative.

If you find yourself in a fair fight$$$ your tactics suck.

Music is the mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life.

Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith.