Everything in nature is lyrical in its ideal essence$$$ tragic in its fate$$$ and comic in its existence.
The wisest mind hath something yet to learn.
The shovel is brother to the gun.
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world.
Nothing happens unless first we dream.
How many people long for that "past$$$ simpler$$$ and better world$$$" I wonder$$$ without ever recognizing the truth that perhaps it was they who were simpler and better$$$ and not the world about them?
First blood is mine. Last blood counts for more.
The beauty of a living thing is not the atoms that go into it$$$ but the way those atoms are put together.
Keep your heart clear and transparent$$$ and you will never be bound. A single disturbed thought creates ten thousand distractions.
You observe that when it's time to unleash a few insults$$$ a man will always choose his mother tongue.