It is our duty to select the best and most dependable theory that human intelligence can supply$$$ and use it as a raft to ride the seas of life.

If you pluck out my heart<br>To find what makes it move$$$<br>You'll halt the clock<br>That syncopates our love.

I am gone quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know$$$ places I can never go$$$ and people I can never be.

I must be lean & write & make worlds beside this to live in.

If you love her$$$ you'll love somebody else someday.

Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home$$$ beaten$$$ defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak$$$ beauty out of sorrow.

There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.

Excess of liberty$$$ whether it lies in state or individuals$$$ seems only to pass into excess of slavery.

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.