Of all things broken and lost$$$ porcelain troubles me most.

It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends

All of us yearn for the highest wisdom$$$ but we have to rely on ourselves in the end.

On the road I want to grab you sometimes and just kiss the life out'a you.

We have not many wills$$$ but only one --it cannot be continuously compromised without atrophy setting in altogether.

Sometimes...it's better for a man just to walk away. But if you can't walk away? I guess that's when it's tough.

You are pulling down heaven and raising up a whore.

That which has quelled me$$$ lives with me$$$ Accomplice in catastrophe.

Lest the habit of work should be broken$$$ and a taste for idleness acquired.

Those only are happy .... who have their minds fixed on some object other than their own happiness$$$ "a crisis in my mental history."