Writers$$$ unlike most people$$$ tell their best lies when they are alone.

He didn't want to be what he wasn't$$$ he didn't know how to be what he was.

It's simply the case that as I get older$$$ I seem every day to give a little bit less of a fuck what people think of or say about me.

Many people go looking for wool and come back shorn.

What I can tell your grace is that it deals with truths$$$ and they are truths so appealing and elegant that no lies can equal them.

For until ye are willing to lose thyself in service$$$ ye may not indeed know that peace which He has promised to give — to all.

Did you ever try to pray for somebody? That their lives might be changed?

First$$$ know thine own ideal - spiritual$$$ mental and material; not as to what ye would have others do$$$ but what ye would do for others.

For resentments of any nature bring their fruit in the physical.

Tis sometimes the height of wisdom to feign stupidity.