O Death rock me asleep bring me to quiet rest let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.

Pamela Anderson Lee released a statement confirming that she has had her breast implants removed. Doctors say that Pamela is doing fine and that her old implants are now dating Charlie Sheen.

From time to time I'll look back through the personal journals I've scribbled in throughout my life the keepers of my raw thoughts and emotions. The words poured forth after my dad died when I went through a divorce and after I was diagnosed with breast cancer. There are so many what-ifs scribbled on those pages.

Some people are cool with the fact that their bodies bear witness to this great thing they produced their children and I understand that. But on a personal level it makes me feel better that my breasts are not down to my knees when I'm undressed in front of my husband.

We now accept the fact that learning is a lifelong process of keeping abreast of change. And the most pressing task is to teach people how to learn.

But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast for gentle ways are best and keep aloof from sharp contentions.

Lay this unto your breast: Old friends like old swords still are trusted best.

Anger may be kindled in the noblest breasts: but in these slow droppings of an unforgiving temper never takes the shape of consistency of enduring hatred.

Indulge not thyself in the passion of anger it is whetting a sword to wound thine own breast or murder thy friend.

I know to banish anger altogether from one's breast is a difficult task. It cannot be achieved through pure personal effort. It can be done only by God's grace.

And then when all around grows dark when we feel utterly alone when all men right and left pass us by and know us not a forgotten feeling rises in the breast.