Having no new companions$$$ nothing remained for him but to read.

It takes less time to do a thing right than to explain why you did it wrong.

And when she was good she was very very good. But when she was bad she was horrid.

For after all$$$ the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain.

The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.

Truths are not the better nor the worse for their obviousness or difficulty$$$ but their value is to be measured by their usefulness and tendency.

Brahms' Variations are better than mine$$$ but mine were written before his.

Though the three of them were unrelated by blood$$$ they were sisters all the same. In the heart$$$ where it mattered.

Thing that people forget is$$$ we all die$$$ right? We all die and no matter what we do$$$ the universe is going to go on$$$ perfectly happy without us.

Dying doesn't end anything - it just changes where you are.