You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye<br>Who cheer when soldier lads march by$$$<br>Sneak home and pray you'll never know<br>The hell where youth and laughter go.

Every existing thing is born without reason$$$ prolongs itself out of weakness$$$ and dies by chance.

To know what life is worth$$$ you have to risk it once in a while.

As far as men go$$$ it is not what they are that interests me$$$ but what they can become.

In the time of your life$$$ live so that in that wondrous time you shall not add to the misery and sorrow of the world$$$ but shall smile to the infinite delight and mystery of it.

Good people are good because they've come to wisdom through failure.

Existence is an imperfection.

I do not know what makes a writer$$$ but it probably isn't happiness.

If you're lonely when you're alone$$$ you're in bad company.

Know how to replace in your heart$$$ by the happiness of those you love$$$ the happiness that may be wanting to yourself.