What's done can't be undone, but at least you can keep it from happening again.
Don't condemn me, remember rather that sometimes I, too, can reach the bursting point.
Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.
It must be awful to feel you're not needed.
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.
When I write I can shake off all my cares. My sorrow disappears, my spirits are revived.