The bitterness of joy lies in the knowledge that it cannot last. Nor should joy last beyond a certain season$$$ for$$$ after that season$$$ even joy would become merely habit.

It was not apathy. It was an intelligent disinterest in those things that could have no bearing on one's existence.

Being right does not always bring satisfaction.

Look and you will find it - what is unsought will go undetected.

For it is easy to criticize and break down the spirit of others$$$ but to know yourself takes a lifetime.

The Bible is only as good and decent as the person reading it.

I say whatever one loves$$$ is.

The world changes$$$ we do not$$$ therein lies the irony that kills us.

Above the cloud with its shadow is the star with its light.

We've got to live$$$ no matter how many skies have fallen.