The closer you get to real matter$$$ rock air fire and wood$$$ boy$$$ the more spiritual the world is.

So long as you can sweeten another's pain$$$ life is not in vain.

How beautiful$$$ if sorrow had not made Sorrow more Beautiful than Beautys self.

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks$$$ your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.

I have so much of you in my heart.

Life is but a day: A fragile dewdrop on its perilious way from a tree's summit.

You can knock on a deaf man's door forever.

My entire soul is a cry$$$ and all my work is a commentary on that cry.

Touch has a memory.

Every perfect traveler always creates the country where he travels.