I am only one,

But still I am one.
I cannot do everything,
But still I can do something.
And because I cannot do everything
I will not refuse to do
The something that I can do.


And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count.
It's the life in your years.
Deliver me from writers who say the way they live doesn't matter.
 I'm not sure a bad person can write a good book.
 If art doesn't make us better, then what on earth is it for.
I love my past.
 I love my present.
 I'm not ashamed of what I've had, and
 I'm not sad because I have it no longer.


Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
and things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art; to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Don't strew me with roses after I'm dead.
When Death claims the light of my brow,
No flowers of life will cheer me: instead
You may give me my roses now