In the realm of Nature there is nothing purposeless$$$ trivial$$$ or unnecessary.

And yet we cannot define as skillful killing one's fellow citizens$$$ betraying one's friends$$$ and showing no loyalty$$$ mercy$$$ or moral obligation. These means can lead to power$$$ but not glory.

It's so freeing$$$ it's beautiful in a way$$$ to have a great failure$$$ there's nowhere to go but up.

I don't think it was pain that made [Vincent Van Gogh] great - I think his painting brought him whatever happiness he had.

Being human means throwing your whole life on the scales of destiny when need be$$$ all the while rejoicing in every sunny day and every beautiful cloud.

As long as we live$$$ there is never enough singing.

There are no hopeless situations; there are only people who have grown hopeless about then.

My lover. Oh come to me again$$$ as once in May.

Come live with me and be my Love$$$<br/>And we will all the pleasures prove

Why should you love him whom the world hates so?<br>Because he love me more than all the world.