I find it's as hard to live down an early triumph as an early indiscretion.
My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friendsâit gives a lovely light!
I find it's as hard to live down an early triumph as an early indiscretion.
It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it is one damn thing over and over.
After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn What the swift mind beholds at every turn.