Lady Lazarus (1)

I have done it again./ One year in every ten/ I manage it--/ / A sort of walking miracle, my skin/ Bright as a Nazi lampshade,/ My right foot/ / A paperweight,/ My face a featureless, fine/ Jew linen...



On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."