For this is the journey that men make$$$ to find themselves. If they fail in this$$$ it doesn't matter much what else they find.

The trouble with Communism is the Communists$$$ just as the trouble with Christianity is the Christians.

The older I grow$$$ the more I distrust the familiar doctrine that age brings wisdom.

Such is the life and death of a good cowboy.

It seemed to him harder$$$ as he got older$$$ to find a simple way of life.

We look at the present through a rear view mirror. We march backwards into the future.

Only psychos and shamans create their own reality.

He was discovering that being in love was not a steady state$$$ but a matter of fresh surges or waves$$$ and he was experiencing one now.

Yesterday is dead$$$ tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day$$$ and I'm going to be happy in it.

I'm not crazy about reality$$$ but it's still the only place to get a decent meal.