If you're silent for a long time$$$ people just arrive in your mind.

I've found$$$ in my own writing$$$ that a little hatred$$$ keenly directed$$$ is a useful thing.

I have this disease late at night sometimes$$$ involving alcohol and the telephone.

One's love for despotism is in exact proportion to one's contempt for one's country.

What good is the warmth of summer$$$ without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.

I really do not know that anything has ever been more exciting than diagramming sentences.

Religious fervor has been known to lead mankind down some pretty disastrous paths in the past.

The days rolled by in the camp - they were over before you could say "knife." But the years$$$ they never rolled by; they never moved by a second.

What a strange power there is in clothing.

The quality of a play is the quality of its ideas.