Money can't buy happiness$$$ but it can make you awfully comfortable while you're being miserable.

I'm very conscious of the fact that you can't do it alone. It's teamwork. When you do it alone you run the risk that when you are no longer there nobody else will do it.

Sublime natures are seldom clean!

Ah$$$ Nothing is too late$$$ till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.

The story$$$ from beginning to end$$$ I found again in a heart of a friend.

The leaves of memory seemed to make a mournful rustling in the dark.

From even the greatest of horrors$$$ irony is seldom absent.

But what do I have? The things I'm told and the things I tell$$$ that's all. And as far as I know$$$ that never yet made anyone fly.

Living is worth the effort if only because without life$$$ we could not read or imagine stories.

Sorrowful and great is the artist's destiny.