Or have I passed my time in pouring words like water into empty sieves$$$ rolling a stone up a hill and then down again$$$ trying to prove an argument in the teeth of facts$$$ and looking for causes in the dark$$$ and not finding them?

...she moved about in a mental cloud of many-coloured idealities$$$ which eclipsed all sinister contingencies by its brightness.

There's a friendly tie of some sort between music and eating.

So each had a private little sun for her soul to bask in; some dream$$$ some affection$$$ some hobby$$$ or at least some remote and distant hope....

But no one came. Because no one ever does.

Many of her thoughts were perfect syllogisms; unluckily they always remained thoughts. Only a few were irrational assumptions; but$$$ unfortunately$$$ they were the ones which most frequently grew into deeds.

Well$$$ these sad and hopeless obstacles are welcome in one sense$$$ for they enable us to look with indifference upon the cruel satires that Fate loves to indulge in.

Of those men who have overturned the liberties of republics the greatest number have begun their career$$$ by paying an obsequious court to the people; commencing Demagogues$$$ and ending Tyrants.

The voice of the people has been said to be the voice of God; and$$$ however generally this maxim has been quoted and believed$$$ it is not true to fact. The people are turbulent and changing$$$ they seldom judge or determine right.

The best we can hope for concerning the people at large is that they be properly armed.