All my life, Following Care along the dusty road, Have I looked back on loveliness and sighed.

Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well; why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell.

Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore! And all for a pledge that was not pledged by me, I have kissed thy crust and eaten sparingly That I might eat again, and met thy sneers With deprecations, and thy blows with tears.

I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.

I am all the time talking about you, and bragging, to one person or another. I am like the Ancient Mariner, who had a tale in his heart he must unfold to all. I am always buttonholing somebody and saying, "Someday you must meet my mother."

Life must go on; I forget just why.

My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - it gives a lovely light!