Morality is not a large$$$ constructed *thing* you have or have not$$$ but simply a capacity. Something you carry with you in your brain and in your hands.

The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what to hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope.

To think is not always to see.

My life is a pitiful$$$ mechanical thing without a past$$$ like a little wind-up car$$$ ready to run in any direction someone points me.

Don't wait for the muse. She has a lousy work ethic. Writers just write.

A certain feeling comes from throwing your good life away$$$ and it is one part rapture.

There are some who'd hardly lift a finger for kindness$$$ but they would haul up a load of rock to dump on some soul they think's been too lucky.

As long as possible$$$ live free and uncommitted.

An empty belly makes a stern taskmaster.

War so conspicuously benefits rich men and kills the poor ones.