The real leader has no need to lead. He is content to point the way.

You are loved. If so$$$ what else matters?

She is happy where she lies$$$ with the dust upon her eyes.

I love humanity$$$ but I hate people.

I know I am but summer to your heart$$$ and not the full four seasons of the year.

That so few dare be eccentric marks the chief danger of our time.

The urge to save humanity is almost always only a false-face for the urge to rule it.

You can't do anything about the length of your life$$$ but you can do something about its width and depth.

She remembered them kindly$$$ for there was a sweetness in boys that didn't last long$$$ once they became men.

The earth is mostly just a boneyard. But pretty in the sunlight.