Thought is an Idea in transit$$$ which when once released$$$ never can be lured back$$$ nor the spoken word recalled. Nor ever can the overt act be erased.

You may never get to touch the Master$$$ but you can tickle his creatures.

It is simply wrong to begin with a theme$$$ symbol or other abstract unifying agent$$$ and then try to force characters and events to conform to it.

Explosion without an objective is politics in its purest form.

And men of science$$$ cries dixon$$$ "may be but the simple tools of others$$$ with no more idea of what they are about$$$ than a hammer knows of a house."

She drove like one of the damned on holiday.

But flaming youth in all it's madness<br/>Keeps nothing of its heart concealed:<br/>It's loves and hates$$$ its joys and sadness$$$<br/>Are babbled out and soon revealed.

I will love you for ever$$$ whatever happens. Till I die and after I die$$$ and when I find my way out of the land of the dead I'll drift about forever$$$ all my atoms$$$ till I find you again.

After nourishment$$$ shelter and companionship$$$ stories are the thing we need most in the world.

Mortal as I am$$$ I know that I am born for a day. But when I follow at my pleasure the serried multitude of the stars in their circular course$$$ my feet no longer touch the earth.