But we are strong$$$ each in our purpose$$$ and we are all more strong together.

I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.

Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds true love?

Listen to them$$$ the children of the night. What music they make!

Remember my friend$$$ that knowledge is stronger than memory$$$ and we should not trust the weaker.

Rosencrantz: I don't believe in it anyway. Guildenstern: What? Rosencrantz: England. Guildenstern: Just a conspiracy of cartographers$$$ then?

Ah$$$ well$$$ old girl$$$ remember the definition of an Anglo-Saxon: A German who's forgotten his grandmother was Welsh.

God is the greatest of artists! How good of Him to give us this world$$$ and the change to imitate Him by bettering it. Wryly: If only we did not mar it$$$ and ourselves$$$ so often!

Our so-called leaders speak<br>With words they try to jail you<br>The subjugate the meek<br>But it's the rhetoric of failure.

Sweet desert rose<br>Each of her veils$$$ a secret promise<br>This desert flower<br>No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this.