The liar's punishment is$$$ not in the least that he is not believed$$$ but that he cannot believe anyone else.

All causes shall give way: I am in blood<br/>Steppd in so far that$$$ should I wade no more$$$<br/>Returning were as tedious as go oer.

Never surrender$$$ it's all about the faith you got: don't ever stop$$$ just push it 'till you hit the top and if you drop$$$ at least you know you gave your all to be true to you$$$ that way you can never fall.

I want to grow. I want to be better. You grow. We all grow. We're made to grow. You either evolve or you disappear.

Don't give up! I believe in you all. A person's a person$$$ no matter how small! And you very small persons will not have to die if you make yourselves heard! So come on$$$ now$$$ and TRY!

Every object strives for its proper place. A book seeks to be near its truest admirer. Just as this helpless moth seeks to be near the candle that infatuates him.

The ifs and buts of history... form an insubstantial if intoxicating diet.

Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.

It does not matter how many books you have$$$ but how good the books are which you have.

Like most seasoned phonies$$$ I roundly suspect that everyone is as disingenuous as I am.