What a difference! Under the aesthetic sky$$$ everything is buoyant$$$ beautiful$$$ transient! when ethics arrives on the scene$$$ everything becomes harsh$$$ angular and infinitely boring.

For I have trained myself and am training myself always to be able to dance lightly in the service of thought.

I'm still a little bent$$$ a little crooked$$$ but all things considered$$$ I can't complain.

The thing is to understand myself: the thing is to find a truth which is true for me$$$ to find the idea for which I can live and die. That is what I now recognize as the most important thing.

She likes a rigged game.

For the first time in my life$$$ the weather was not something that touched me$$$ that caressed me$$$ froze or sweated me$$$ but became me.

Beautiful insane in the rain.

Prison is where you promise yourself the right to live.

It is possible for the human spirit to win after all.

He knows that you have to laugh at the things that hurt you just to keep yourself in balance$$$ just to keep the world from running you plumb crazy.