There is a great deal of difference in believing something still$$$ and believing it again.

A canter is the cure for all evil.

There must always be two kinds of art: escape-art$$$ for man needs escape as he needs food and deep sleep$$$ and parable-art$$$ that art which shall teach man to unlearn hatred and learn love.

When you're creating your own shit$$$ man$$$ even the sky ain't the limit.

Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head$$$ I had this great idea

Brace and be brisk$$$ commoner$$$ carry your heart like an egg on a spoon$$$ be fleet through the concourse$$$ primed for that point in time when the world goes bust.

Comedy too can sometimes discern what is right.

Shrines! Shrines! Surely you don't believe in the gods. What's your argument? Where's your proof?

How can I study from below$$$ that which is above?

The doctor was shaving this lawn as if it were a priest's chin.