I took to writing at an early age to escape from meaninglessness$$$ uselessness$$$ unimportance$$$ insignificance$$$ poverty$$$ enslavement$$$ ill health$$$ despair$$$ madness$$$ and all manner of other unattractive$$$ natural and inevitable things.
You must remember always to give$$$ of everything you have. You must give foolishly even. You must be extravagant. You must give to all who come into your life. Then nothing and no one shall have power to cheat you of anything$$$ for if you give to a thief$$$ he cannot steal from you$$$ and he himself is then no longer a thief. And the more you give$$$ the more you will have to give.
Inside us there is something that has no name$$$ that something is what we are.
Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
Someone will remember us$$$ I say even in another time.
Come clean with a child heartLaugh as peaches in the summer windLet rain on a house roof be a songLet the writing on your facebe a smell of apple orchards on late June.
Opportunity should be equal$$$ must be equal$$$ but achievement must remain individual.
Take your love and your pleasure as you find it. Do not worry so much of the future that you let today pass you by. You are happy. Need you know more than that?
In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning
The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.