All right - I'll tell you what you did for me: you went for happy$$$ silly$$$ beautiful walks with me.

The first step$$$ my son$$$ which one makes in the world$$$ is the one on which depends the rest of our days.

After all$$$ it is no more surprising to me to be born twice than it is to be born once.

I swear that$$$ not being able to be yours$$$ I will belong to no one.

When his highness sends a ship to Egypt$$$ does he trouble his head whether the mice on board are at their ease or not?

It is not sufficient to see and to know the beauty of a work. We must feel and be affected by it.

I have no morals$$$ yet I am a very moral person.

We all look for happiness$$$ but without knowing where to find it: like drunkards who look for their house$$$ knowing dimly that they have one.

Originality is nothing by judicious imitation. The most original writers borrowed one from another.

This agglomeration which was called and which still calls itself the Holy Roman Empire was neither holy$$$ nor Roman$$$ nor an empire.