I'm committed to seeing this project done. To see if within this decade we can finally hold in our hands the rule for our universe$$$ and know where our universe lies in the space of all possible universes.
It's always seemed like a big mystery how nature$$$ seemingly so effortlessly$$$ manages to produce so much that seems to us so complex. Well$$$ I think we found its secret. It's just sampling what's out there in the computational universe.
Toil on$$$ son$$$ and do not lose heart or hope. Let nothing you dismay. You are not utterly forsaken. I$$$ too$$$ am here--here in the darkness waiting$$$ here attentive$$$ here approving of your labor and your dream.
And who shall say--whatever disenchantment follows--that we ever forget magic; or that we can ever betray$$$ on this leaden earth$$$ the apple-tree$$$ the singing$$$ and the gold?
...he was like a man who stands upon a hill above the town he had left$$$ yet does not say 'The town is near$$$' but turns his eyes upon the distant soaring ranges.
O lost$$$ And by the wind grieved$$$ Ghost$$$ Come back again.
It ought to be a criminal offence for women to dye their hair. Especially red. What the devil do women do that sort of thing for?
Success comes to a writer$$$ as a rule$$$ so gradually that it is always something of a shock to him to look back and realize the heights to which he has climbed.
There's too much of that where-every-prospect-pleases-and-only-man-is-vile stuff buzzing around for my taste.
We must always remember$$$ however$$$' said Psmith gravely$$$ 'that poets are also God's creatures.'