How noble and good everyone could be if, every evening before falling asleep, they were to recall to their minds the events of the whole day and consider exactly what has been good and bad. Then without realizing it, you try to improve yourself at the start of each new day.

I never utter my real feelings about anything. My lighter, superficial side will always be too quick for the deeper side of me, and that's why it always wins.

Thinking about the suffering of those you hold dear can reduce you to tears; in fact, you could spend the whole day crying.

I can't let them see my doubts, or the wounds they've inflicted on me.

It is becoming a bad dream-- in the daytime as well as at night. I see him nearly all the time and can't get at him, I mustn't show anything, must remain gay while I'm really in despair.

Live with the objective of being happy.

Paper is more patient than man.