Mathematics is the language with which God has written the universe.

But there is merit even in the mentally retarded legislator. He asks the questions that everyone is afraid to ask for fear of seeming simple.

Wisdom... is often an abstraction associated not with fact or reality but with the man who asserts it and the manner of its assertion.

The complaints of the privileged are too often confused with the voice of the masses.

You never forget. It must be somewhere inside you. Even if the brain has forgotten$$$ perhaps the teeth remember. Or the fingers.

If a Devil is one who dares$$$ when others hold back$$$ then I am happy to play the Devil in this Mystery$$$ boy.

Change. Change. Change. Change change. Change. Chaaange. When you say words a lot they don't mean anything. Or maybe they don't mean anything anyway$$$ and we just think they do.

You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her$$$ but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.

All we have to believe is our senses: the tools we use to perceive the world$$$ our sight$$$ our touch$$$ our memory. If they lie to us$$$ then nothing can be trusted.

Writing may or may not be your salvation; it might or might not be your destiny. But that does not matter. What matters right now are the words$$$ one after another. Find the next word. Write it down.