I Hate This Place. I Shall Hate

I Hate This Place. I Shall Hate It To My Grave.

Fortunately For The Human Race, Pain, However Piercing, Is Not A Lasting Emotion. The Recollection Of Happiness Lingers, But The Consciousness Never Retains For Long The First Thrust Of Tragic Loss. The Details Of Daily Life Crowd In Upon The Mind.

I Was A Long Time Learning That Wisdom And Experience Are Things Apart; That To Taste Life Is Not To Be Confused With Understanding What Life Is Really All About.

I'm Not A Beautiful Woman. I'm Nothing To Look At, So The Only Thing I Can Do Is Dress Better Than Anyone Else.

For A Gallant Spirit There Can Never Be Defeat.