Rosencrantz: Shouldn't we be doing something--constructive? Guildenstern: What did you have in mind? ... A short$$$ blunt human pyramid...?
Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
Come freely$$$ go safely and leave something of the happiness you bring.
I shall have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love$$$ love$$$ love$$$ above all. Love as there has never been in a play. Unbiddable$$$ ungovernable$$$ like a riot in the heart and nothing to be done$$$ come ruin or rapture.
The colours red$$$ blue and green are real. The colour yellow is a mystical experience shared by everybody.
Pirates could happen to anyone.
Good women tell all their lives$$$ and by day and by hour and by minute$$$ such things that angels can read.
It doesn't stop being magic because you can explain it.
Sacredness grew like a pearl$$$ sometimes around the most unlikely bits of grit.
It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.