Taking one’s chances is like taking a bath, because sometimes you end up feeling comfortable and warm, and sometimes there is something terrible lurking around that you cannot see until it is too late and you can do nothing else but scream and cling to a plastic duck.
Sometimes, even the best of plans will occur to you when it is too late.
I go to bed early and rise late and feel as if I have hardly slept, probably because I have been reading almost the entire time.
but it's far too late for us; ring, hair, letters, photographs--all traces of our love will be scattered then, like an anagram...