Having no destination$$$ I am never lost.

Jealousy is all the fun you think they had.

All men have their frailties; and whoever looks for a friend without imperfections$$$ will never find what he seeks.

For every mile the feet go$$$ the heart goes nine.

And on forever's very now we stand.

And kisses are a better fate than wisdom.

For whenever men are right$$$ they are not young.

So this is how liberty dies. With thunderous applause.

The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well$$$ the poor wanting to be rich$$$ and the constant traveler saying "anywhere but here".

Whenever you think or you believe or you know$$$ you're a lot of other people: but the moment you feel$$$ you're nobody-but-yourself.