The further I get$$$ the more I regret how little I know.

What hath night to do with sleep?

Thou art my father$$$ thou my author$$$ thou my being gav'st me; whom should I obey but thee$$$ whom follow?

The goal of life is not to possess power but to radiate it.

Everything hinges on how you look at things.

We should read to give our souls a chance to luxuriate.

But you were something more than young and sweet<BR/>And fair$$$ - and the long year remembers you.

Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!

If a bullet should enter my brain$$$ let that bullet destroy every closet door.

Cooking and eating were growing to irritate her with their relentless necessity.