“I am not going to lie down and weep away a life of care.”

“I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear,— Till death like sleep might steal on me And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.”

“Whatever it was, it was something you could dance to, or lie down on the floor, close your eyes, and weep to.”

“A man must find time for himself. Time is what we spend our lives with. If we are not careful we find others spending it for us. . . . It is necessary now and then for a man to go away by himself and experience loneliness; to sit on a rock in the forest and to ask of himself, 'Who am I, and where have I been, and where am I going?' . . . If one is not careful, one allows diversions to take up one's time—the stuff of life.”

“And smiles to go before I weep, And Smiles to go before I weep.”

“Whenever I feel the need to exercise, I lie down until it goes away.”