A Ruffled Mind Makes A

God Did Not Give Me My Life To Throw It Away.

I Care For Myself. The More Solitary, The More Friendless, The More Unsustained I Am, The More I Will Respect Myself.

Say Whatever Your Memory Suggests Is True; But Add Nothing And Exaggerate Nothing.

I Sat Down And Tried To Rest. I Could Not; Though I Had Been On Foot All Day, I Could Not Now Repose An Instant; I Was Too Much Excited. A Phase Of My Life Was Closing Tonight, A New One Opening Tomorrow: Impossible To Slumber In The Interval; I Must Watch Feverishly While The Change Was Being Accomplished.

Who Has Words At The Right Moment?