Real stupidity beats artificial intelligence every time.

A novelist is a person who lives in other people's skins.

We all remember what we need to remember.

We can only learn to love by loving.

I hope your rambles have been sweet$$$ and your reveries spacious.

There is a pain so utter$$$ it swallows being up; The covers the abyss with a trance<br/>So memory can step around$$$ across$$$ upon it.

The gospel cannot be truly preached without offense and tumult.

I'm a Nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody$$$ too? There's a pair of us — don't tell!

The Poets light but Lamps — Themselves go out

Your absence insanes me so — I do not feel so peaceful$$$ when you are gone from me.