“In the long run, the sharpest weapon of all is a kind and gentle spirit.”

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

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

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.

One gets on better in life if one is not over modest.

I looked up in the sky and trusted in God.

As long as this exists, this sunshine and this cloudless sky, and as long as I can enjoy it, how can I be sad?

I want friends, not admirers. People who respect me for my character and my deeds, not my flattering smile.

I love the time I spend with you. You make my living worth-while. Why dint I meet you before. I wish I could start my life From the beginning with you because the time I spend with you is never enough. I need you more everyday.

If I read a book that impresses me, I have to take myself firmly by the hand, before I mix with other people; otherwise they would think my mind rather queer.

Those who have courage and faith shall never perish in misery.

I love you, with a love so great that it simply couldn’t keep growing inside my heart, but had to leap out and reveal itself in all its magnitude.

Whoever is happy will make others happy.

I don’t want to have lived in vain like most people. I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I’ve never met. I want to go on living even after my death!