“I think a lot, but I don’t say much.”

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 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.