So it came to pass that as he trudged from the place of blood and wrath$$$ his soul changed.

Think as I think$$$ said a man$$$ "or you are abominably wicked; you are a toad." And after I thought of it$$$ I said$$$ "I will$$$ then$$$ be a toad."

If I should cast off this tattered coat$$$<br>And go free into the mighty sky;<br>If I should find nothing there<br>But a vast blue$$$<br>Echoless$$$ ignorant$$$<br>-What then?

It was surprising that Nature had gone tranquilly on with her golden process in the midst of so much devilment.

But he said$$$ in substance$$$ to himself that if the earth and moon were about to clash$$$ many persons would doubtless plan to get upon the roofs to witness the collision.

Perhaps an individual must consider his own death to be the final phenomenon of nature.

To know you are among people whom you love$$$ and who love you -- that has made all the successes wonderful$$$ much more wonderful than they'd have been anyway.

Brevity is the soul of lingerie.

Arrows of insight have to be winged by the feathers of speculation.

Start your killers young$$$ before their consciences are grown. Start them young and they will be lethal.