The person who knows the truth knows it$$$ and he who knows it knows eternity. Love knows it.

Narrow is the mansion of my soul; enlarge Thou it$$$ that Thou mayest enter in.

I am a passenger on the spaceship Earth.

As the flattery of friends corrupts$$$ so often do the taunts of enemies instruct.

What is going on in our minds$$$ then$$$ that we should be more highly delighted at finding cherished objects$$$ or having them restored to us$$$ than if we had always kept them safe?

No one has ever become poor by giving.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

A poet can write about a man slaying a dragon$$$ but not about a man pushing a button that releases a bomb.

The past cannot be cured.

The end is just the beginning.