You toyed with my heart$$$ like it was a toy heart.

There is no such thing as intellectual property.

You must learn some of my philosophy. Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.

Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.

Great hopes make great men.

Then stirs the feeling infinite$$$ so felt In solitude$$$ where we are least alone.

Who can stop grief's avalanche once it starts to roll.

Perhaps I write for no one. Perhaps for the same person children are writing for when they scrawl their names in the snow.

I was born a heretic. I always distrusted people who know so much about what God wants them to do to their fellows.

Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't after you.