Everything becomes so problematic because of basic faults: from a discontent with myself.

I was always looking outside myself for strength and confidence but it comes from within. It is there all the time.

Creative minds have always been known to survive any kind of bad training.

Sometimes the most beautiful thing is precisely the one that comes unexpectedly and unearned, hence something given truly as a present.

Why do we go around acting as though everything was friendship and reliability when basically everything everywhere is full of sudden hate and ugliness?

Children usually do not blame themselves for getting lost.

Things are not as we would like them to be. There is only one way to deal with it, namely to try and be all right oneself.