No act of man can claim to be more than an attempt$$$ not even science.

She floats upon the river of his thoughts.

Nothing is necessitated whose opposite is possible.

When we hope$$$ we usually hope for the wrong thing.

Tomorrow never happens. Its all the same fucking day$$$ man.

Us with our busy$$$ busy little lives$$$ finding no better way to pass our years than in competitive disdain.

If youth were not ignorant and timid$$$ civilization would be impossible.

Time is the only capital of those who just have their inteligence as fortune.

Parting with friends is a sadness. A place is only a place.

All men contain several men inside them$$$ and most of us bounce from one self to another without ever knowing who we are.