So up I got in anger, And took a book I had, And put a ribbon on my hair To please a passing lad. And, "One thing there's no getting by -- I've been a wicked girl," said I; But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad!

Time can make soft that iron wood.

I am not at all in favor of hard work for its own sake; many people who work very hard indeed produce terrible things, and should most certainly not be encouraged.

Cut if you will with sleep's dull knife, the years from off your life, my friend! the years that death takes off my life, he'll take from off the other end!

I will come back to you, I swear I will; And you will know me still. I shall be only a little taller Than when I went.

The world stands out on either side, No wider than the heart is wide.

There isn't a train I wouldn't take, no matter where it's going.