It must be awful to feel you're not needed.

I believe in the sun, even when it rains.

An empty day, though clear and bright, Is just as dark as any night.

A person who's happy will make others happy; a person who has courage and faith will never die in misery

I simply can't imagine the world will ever be normal again for us. I do talk about "after the war," but it's as if I'm talking about a castle in the air, something that can never come true.

Parents can only give good advice or put them on the right paths, but the final forming of a person's character lies in their own hands.

Why are millions spent on the war each day, while not a penny is available for ... artists or the poor? Why do people have to starve when mountians of food are rotting away in other parts of the world? Oh, why are people so crazy?