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I Grow Old Though Pleased With My Memories The Tasks I Can No Longer Complete Are Balanced By The Love Of The Tasks Gone Past I Offer No Apology Only This Plea: When I Am Frayed And Strained And Drizzle At The End Please Someone Cut A Square And Put Me In A Quilt That I Might Keep Some Child Warm And Some Old Person With No One Else To Talk To Will Hear My Whispers And Cuddle Near

Mistakes Are A Fact Of Life. It Is The Response To The Error That Counts.

I Move On Feeling And Have Learned To Distrust Those Who Don't.

The Only Way You Can Grow Is To Let Yourself Make Mistakes And Create Contradictions. As We Learn New Things, Some Of Our Old Attitudes Will Change.

I Think Speeches And Fruit Should Always Be Fresh.