There is a tide in the affairs of men
It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world.
It’s the good girls who keep diaries; the bad girls never have the time.
Perhaps we all give the best of our hearts uncritically–to those who hardly think about us in return.
I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
