The devil! what beastly things our memories insist on cherishing!
I am so far from being a pessimist...on the contrary, in spite of my scars, I am tickled to death at life.
God gave us mouths that close and ears that don't... that should tell us something.
Critics? I love every bone in their heads.
I have had my dance with Folly, nor do I shirk the blame; I have sipped the so-called Wine of Life and paid the price of shame; But I know that I shall find surcease, the rest my spirit craves, Where the rainbows play in the flying spray, 'Mid the keen salt kiss of the waves.
Curiosity killed the cat.