Our fatigue is often caused not by work$$$ but by worry$$$ frustration and resentment.

Well$$$ I'm about as tall as a shotgun$$$ and just as noisy.

A disquieting loneliness came into my life$$$ but it induced no hunger for friends of longer acquaintance: they seemed now like a salt-free$$$ sugarless diet.

More tears are shed over answered prayers than unanswered ones.

I don't want to own anything until I know I've found the place where me and things belong together. I'm not quite sure where that is just yet. But I know what it's like.

I believe in hanging. Just so long as I'm not the one being hanged.

I prefer to underwrite. Simple$$$ clear as a country creek.

Home is anywhere that you know all your friends and all your enemies.

Strange where our passions carry us$$$ floggingly pursue us$$$ forcing upon us unwanted dreams$$$ unwelcome destinies.

Don't believe your friends when they ask you to be honest with them. All they really want is to be maintained in the good opinion they have of themselves.