People can so easily be tempted by slackness... and by money.

I'm sentimental--I know. I'm desperate and silly--I know that too. Oh, help me!

I can't imagine how anyone can say: "I'm weak," and then remain so. After all, if you know it, why not fight against it, why not try to train your character? The answer was: "Because it's so much easier not to!

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.

I want friends, not admirers. People who respect me for my character and my deeds, not my flattering smile. The circle around me would be much smaller, but what does that matter, as long as they're sincere?

But feelings can't be ignored, no matter how unjust or ungrateful they seem.

leave me in peace, let me sleep one night at least without my pillow being wet with tears, my eyes burning and my head throbbing