Bright$$$ heroic$$$ tender$$$ true and noble was that lost treasure of my heart$$$ who faithfully accompanied me in all the rocky ways and climbings; and I am forever poor without her.

As long as you live$$$ there's always something waiting; and even if it's bad$$$ and you know it's bad$$$ what can you do? You can't stop living.

It is no shame to have a dirty face--the shame comes when you keep it dirty.

She sounds the way bananas taste.

I believe more in the scissors than I do in the pencil.

Still$$$ when all is said$$$ somewhere one must belong: even the soaring falcon returns to its master's wrist.

Our real fears are the sounds of footsteps walking in the corridors of our minds$$$ and the anxieties$$$ the phantom floatings$$$ they create.

I know the next best thing is often the very best.

Imagination$$$ of course$$$ can open any door - turn the key and let terror walk right in.

Time. Time. What is time? Swiss manufacture it$$$ French hoard it$$$ Italians squander it$$$ Americans say it is money. Hindus say it does not exist. Know what I say? I say time is a crook.