The more men have to lose$$$ the less willing are they to venture.
Every lover is a soldier.
I have work to do$$$ and I am afraid not to do it.
Your Mercy is my social status.
If I look back I am lost.
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.
To be alive is Power.
Whenever a thing is done for the first time$$$ it releases a little demon.
Memory is a strange Bell<br/>Jubilee$$$ and Knell.