For$$$ just as in the beginning it is formed by desire$$$ so afterwards love is kept in existence only by painful anxiety.

If we are to make reality endurable$$$ we must all nourish a fantasy or two.

Time is a drug. Too much of it kills you.

Even if happiness forgets you a little bit$$$ never completely forget about it.

The aim of argument$$$ or of discussion$$$ should not be victory but progress.

All life is problem solving.

There is no witness so dreadful$$$ no accuser so terrible as the conscience that dwells in the heart of every man.

Adversity is the only balance to weigh friends.

The only certainty is that nothing is certain.

I have stitched life into me like a rare organ.