To live is like to love--all reason is against it$$$ and all healthy instinct for it.

Every story I create$$$ creates me. I write to create myself.

I can't help feeling that there is no beauty without hope$$$ struggle$$$ and conquest.

He who runs from God in the morning will scarcely find Him the rest of the day.

For each Joan of Arc$$$ there is a Hitler perched at the other end of the teeter-totter.

True love is born from understanding.

There is no fire like passion$$$ there is no shark like hatred$$$ there is no snare like folly$$$ there is no torrent like greed.

Nothing can harm you as much as your own thoughts unguarded.

Shells sink$$$ dreams float. Life's good on our boat.

More than those who hate you$$$ more than all your enemies$$$ an undisciplined mind does greater harm.