I'd come to realize that all our troubles spring from our failure to use plain$$$ clear-cut language.

But nature is always more subtle$$$ more intricate$$$ more elegant than what we are able to imagine.

One must do violence to the object of one's desire; when it surrenders$$$ the pleasure is greater.

In Silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.

Taxes$$$ after all$$$ are dues that we pay for the privileges of membership in an organized society.

Character building begins in our infancy and continues until death.

Hope is the last thing a person does before they are defeated.

I bear the wounds of all the battles I avoided.

That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went$$$ including here$$$ it was against her better judgment.

That's the best revenge of all: happiness. Nothing drives people crazier than seeing someone have a good fricken life.