Unlike most people, I kept my mouth shut about the man I was living with. - Edna St. Vincent Millay

For my omniscience paid I toll
In infinite remorse of soul.
All sin was of my sinning, all
Atoning mine, and mine the gall
Of all regret. Mine was the weight
Of every brooded wrong, the hate
That stood behind each envious thrust,
Mine every greed, mine every lust.
And all the while for every grief,
Each suffering, I craved relief
With individual desire, –
Craved all in vain! And felt fierce fire
About a thousand people crawl;
Perished with each, — then mourned for all!

A wind with a wolf's head
Howled about our door,
And we burned up the chairs
And sat upon the floor.

I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.