In reality$$$ every reader is$$$ while reading$$$ the reader of his own self.

All we demanded was our right to twinkle.

When wealth and honours lead to arrogancy$$$ this brings its evil on itself.

We are the hero of our own story.

The more I see$$$ the less I know for sure.

It is a kind of happiness to know just how unhappy we could be.

We always like those who admire us; we do not always like those whom we admire.

We only confess our little faults to persuade people that we have no big ones.

[B]ut pain doesn't listen to reason$$$ it has it's own reason$$$ which is not reasonable.

Another word for creativity is courage.