It's strange how pain marks our faces$$$ and makes us look like family.

Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.

If you had to identify$$$ in one word$$$ the reason why the human race has not achieved$$$ and never will achieve$$$ its full potential$$$ that word would be "meetings."

A soul of water$$$ a soul of stone. A soul by name$$$ a soul unknown. The hours unmake our flesh$$$ our bone. The Soul is all and all alone!

Individual is obsolete. Thats why life is so comfortable for us all. We don't matter$$$ so we're safe. No one person can have any real effect anymore.

For a woman knows the face of the man she loves like a sailor knows the open sea.

Confusion is a luxury which only the very$$$ very young can possibly afford and you are not that young anymore.

What matters is not how well you can avoid trouble$$$ but how you cope with trouble when it comes.

It often happens that things are other than what they seem$$$ and you can get yourself into trouble by jumping to conclusions.

To leave the world a little better than you found it. That's the best a man can ever do.