The hard and mighty lie beneath the ground. While the tender and weak dance on the breeze above.
In the end$$$ the treasure of life is missed by those who hold on and gained by those who let go.
New Beginnings are often disguised as painful endings.
To hold$$$ you must first open your hand. Let go.
So the unwanting soul sees what's hidden$$$ and the ever-wanting soul sees only what it wants.
Stop leaving and you will arrive. Stop searching and you will see. Stop running away and you will be found.
Music fills the infinite between two souls.
The more corrupt the republic$$$ the more numerous the laws.
The latter part of a wise person's life is occupied with curing the follies$$$ prejudices and false opinions they contracted earlier.
Books$$$ the children of the brain.