No One Ever Became Poor From Giving.

In The Future I'm Going To Devote Less Time To Sentimentality And More Time To Reality.

I Had To Hold My Head Up High And Put A Bold Face On Things, But The Thoughts Keep Coming Anyways.

I Soothe My Conscience Now With The Thought That It Is Better For Hard Words To Be On Paper Than That Mummy Should Carry Them In Her Heart.

Although I'm Only Fourteen, I Know Quite Well What I Want, I Know Who Is Right And Who Is Wrong. I Have My Opinions, My Own Ideas And Principles, And Although It May Sound Pretty Mad From An Adolescent, I Feel More Of A Person Than A Child, I Feel Quite Indepedent Of Anyone.

Everyone Thinks I'm Showing Off When I Talk, Ridiculous When I'm Silent, Insolent When I Answer, Cunning When I Have A Good Idea, Lazy When I'm Tired, Selfish When I Eat One Bite More Than I Should.