If I speak of myself in different ways$$$ that is because I look at myself in different ways.

Beneath the makeup and behind the smile I am just a girl who wishes for the world.

Autumn is leaving its mellowness behind for its spiky$$$ rotted stage. Don't remember summer even saying goodbye.

This horror will grow mild$$$ this darkness light.

That we cannot rise equal to situations when we are in them that is the tragedy of life.

The love of power and the love of liberty are in eternal antagonism.

Both teachers and learners go to sleep at their post as soon as there is no enemy in the field.

Being a child is like nothing. It's only being. Later$$$ when we think about it$$$ we make it into youth.

To be or not to be is not a question of compromise. Either you be or you don't be.

His memories were too sad$$$ his hopes too thin.