Let his sin be his punishment$$$ let him eat it with his bread$$$ and let that be an end to it.

Anyone who is ignorant$$$ even a lord and prince$$$ can and should be counted as one of the mob.

I know who I am and who I may be$$$ if I choose.

He who sings scares away his woes.

The brave man carves out his fortune$$$ and every man is the sum of his own works.

Without magic$$$ there is no art. Without art$$$ there is no idealism. Without idealism$$$ there is no integrity. Without integrity$$$ there is nothing but production.

When one danced with them$$$ their bodies never moved inside their clothes; their muscles seemed to ask but one thing: not to be disturbed.

She had always insisted$$$ against all evidence$$$ that life was full of fairy tales$$$ and it was!

. . . she had always the power of suggesting things much lovelier than herself$$$ as the perfume of a single flower may call up the whole sweetness of spring.

That hour always had the exultation of victory$$$ of triumphant ending$$$ like a hero's death$$$ heroes who died young and gloriously. It was a sudden transfiguration$$$ a lifting-up of day.