There isn't a train I wouldn't take, no matter where it's going.
Life must go on; I forget just why.
The only people I really hate are servants. They're not really human beings at all.
Guess I'll weep awhile. Guess I won't, I mean.
And must I then, indeed, Pain, live with you all through my life?-sharing my fire, my bed, Sharing-oh, worst of all things!-the same head?- And, when I feed myself, feeding you too?
l am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.