At the core of all well-founded belief lies belief that is unfounded.

How small a thought it takes to fill a life.

To look life in the face$$$ always$$$ to look life in the face$$$ and to know it for what it is...at last$$$ to love it for what it is$$$ and then$$$ to put it away...

So in the end$$$ when one is doing philosophy$$$ one gets to the point where one would like just to emit an inarticulate sound.

What ho! I said.<br>"What ho!" said Motty.<br>"What ho! What ho!"<br>"What ho! What ho! What ho!"<br>After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversation.

The voice of Love seemed to call to me$$$ but it was a wrong number.

He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.

Books were my pass to personal freedom. I learned to read at age three$$$ and there discovered was a whole world to conquer that went beyond our farm in Mississippi.

It doesn't matter who you are$$$ where you come from. The ability to triumph begins with you - always.

With every experience$$$ you alone are painting your own canvas$$$ thought by thought$$$ choice by choice.