I've found that there is always some beauty left -- in nature, sunshine, freedom, in yourself; these can all help you.

I looked up in the sky and trusted in God.

I think a lot, but I don't say much.

I simply can't build my hopes on a foundation of confusion, misery and death... I think... peace and tranquillity will return again.

It's really a wonder that I haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.

I wish to go on living even after my death.

What I condemn are our system of values and the men who don't acknowledge how great, difficult, but ultimately beautiful women's share in society is.