I would like to see anyone$$$ prophet$$$ king or God$$$ convince a thousand cats to do the same thing at the same time.

Every lover is$$$ in his heart$$$ a madman$$$ and$$$ in his head$$$ a minstrel.

Tomorrow may be hell$$$ but today was a good writing day$$$ and on the good writing days nothing else matters.

Travel makes a wise man better$$$ and a fool worse.

Sometimes I think we're alone. Sometimes I think we're not. In either case$$$ the thought is quite staggering.

You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something$$$ build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.

Nobody is capable of of free speech unless he knows how to use language$$$ and such knowledge is not a gift: it has to learned and worked at.

My sorrow$$$ when she's here with me$$$<br>Thinks these dark days of autumn rain<br>Are beautiful as days can be.

Something sinister in the tone<br>Told me my secret must be known:<br>Word I was in the house alone<br>Somehow must have gotten abroad$$$<br>Word I was in my life alone$$$<br>Word I had no one left but God.

A voice said$$$ Look me in the stars<br>And tell me truly$$$ men of earth$$$<br>If all the soul-and-body scars<br>Were not too much to pay for birth.