If you surrender to the wind you can ride it.

It's a bad word$$$ 'belong.' Especially when you put it with somebody you love ... You can't own a human being.

Something that is loved is never lost.

We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.

O great creator of being$$$ grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives.

It is the childlike part of us that produces works of the imagination. When we were children time passed so slow with us that we seemed to have time for everything.

The ordinary acts we practice every day at home are of more importance to the soul than their simplicity might suggest.

Look at him now$$$ poor fellow. That's what a dose of reality does for you...Never touch the stuff myself$$$ you understand. Find it gets in the way of the hallucinations.

It is the oldest ironies that are still the most satisfying: man$$$ when preparing for bloody war$$$ will orate loudly and most eloquently in the name of peace.

If you can't be cheerful$$$ be as cheerful as you can.