If I can't make it through one door$$$ I'll go through another door- or I'll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present.

Alas$$$ why are my nights all thus lost? Ah$$$ why do I ever miss his<br>sight whose breath touches my sleep?

The young student sits with his head bent over his books$$$ and his mind straying in youth's dreamland; where prose is prowling on the desk and poetry hiding in the heart.

For we women are not only the deities of the household fire$$$ but the flame of the soul itself.

Step by step they were led to things which dispose to vice$$$ the lounge$$$ the bath$$$ the elegant banquet. All this in their ignorance they called civilisation$$$ when it was but a part of their servitude.

Secure against the designs of men$$$ secure against the malignity of the Gods$$$ they have accomplished a thing of infinite difficulty; that to them nothing remains even to be wished.

It's alright$$$ just wait and see$$$ your string of lights is still bright to me. Who you are is not where you've been. You're still an innocent. It's okay life is a tough crowd$$$ 32 is still growing up now.

So I sneak out to the garden to see you$$$ we keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew$$$ so close your eyes$$$ escape this town for a little while.

In high school$$$ I used to think it was like sooooo cool if a guy had an awesome car. Now none of that matters. These days I look for character and honesty and trust.

You can write a book on how to ruin someone's perfect day.