When I was young and bold and strong, The right was right, the wrong was wrong. With plume on high and flag unfurled, I rode away to right the world. But now I’m old - and good and bad, Are woven in a crazy plaid. I sit and say the world is so, And wise is s/he who lets it go.

I might repeat to myself . . . a list of quotations from minds profound - if I can remember any of the damn things.

The ones I like are ‘cheque’ and ‘enclosed.’

I'm never going to accomplish anything; that's perfectly clear to me. I'm never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do Things. I don't do anything. Not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don't even do that any more.

You do what you can, and you do it because you should. But all you can do is all you can do.

Should they whisper false of you, Never trouble to deny; Should the words they say be true, Weep and storm and say they lie.

Everybody's got their troubles.