Progress-progress is the dirtiest word in the language-who ever told us- And made us believe it-that to take a step forward was necessarily, was always A good idea?

Life must go on; I forget just why.

Life is a quest and love a quarrel

One things there's no getting by, I've been a wicked girl, Says I... But, if I can't be sorry I might as well be glad !

I love humanity but I hate people.

I have loved badly, loved the great Too soon, withdrawn my words too late; And eaten in an echoing hall Alone and from a chipped plate The words that I withdrew too late.

Oh, friend, forget not, when you fain would note In me a beauty that was never mine, How first you knew me in a book I wrote, How first you loved me for a written line.