I suppose everything in existence takes its colour from the average hue of our surroundings.

When I see an adult on a bicycle$$$ I do not despair for the future of the human race.

Let your love be stronger than your hate or anger.

You cannot imagine the strange colour-less delight of these intellectual desires.

It's no use locking the door after the steed is stolen.

It is not reasonable that those who gamble with men's lives should not pay with their own.

Adapt or perish$$$ now as ever$$$ is nature's inexorable imperative.

Good business leaders create a vision$$$ articulate the vision$$$ passionately own the vision$$$ and relentlessly drive it to completion.

She was daily surprised by the things he knew and the things he did not know; both$$$ at the time$$$ added to his attraction.

The vision fades$$$ the soul sickens$$$ and the routine of survival starts again.