“I had an occasional flash of understanding, but then got selfishly wrapped up again in my own problems and pleasures.”

Men are held in great esteem in all parts of the world, so why shouldn’t women have their share?

In the future I’m going to devote less time to sentimentality and more time to reality.

What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven’t even happened yet.

The young are not afraid of telling the truth.

Laziness may appear attractive, but work gives satisfaction.

Human greatness does not lie in wealth or power, but in character and goodness. People are just people, and all people have faults and shortcomings, but all of us are born with a basic goodness.

Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart.

Deep down, the young are lonelier than the old.

Love, what is love? I don’t think you can really put it into words. Love is understanding someone, caring, sharing joys and sorrows.

No one has ever become poor by giving.

The weak die out and the strong will survive, and will live on forever.

Dead people receive more flowers than the living ones because regret is stronger than gratitude.

I’m currently in the middle of a depression. I couldn’t really tell you what set it off, but I think it stems from my cowardice, which confronts me at every turn.

As long as you’re in the food business, why not make sweets?

The only way to truly know a person is to argue with them. For when they argue in full swing, then they reveal their true character.

The reason for my starting a diary is that I have no real friend.

Tories never actually talk about getting rid of their leader, then suddenly there us a flash of steel between he shoulder-blades and rigormortis sets in.

Everywhere across whatever sorrows of which our life is woven, some radiant joy will gaily flash past.

I’m a Batman fan from Day 1. My daughter’s favorite is Wonder Woman, and my son loves The Flash, Cyborg, and Superman.

The Heart is a Lonely Hunter had such an illumination, beginning my long search for the truth of the story and flashing light into the long two years ahead.

I’m an angry person, angrier than most people would imagine, I get flashes of anger.

I think it’s really easy to forget that – I’d sooner play something musical than flash, and as I can’t play anything flash.

If I tried to write that it would just be false. Or I’d have someone enter with a machine gun.

My Beloved One gleams like the lightning flash in the sky.