I must uphold my ideals, for perhaps the time will come when I shall be able to carry them out.

Riches, power and fame last only for a few years! Why do people cling so desperately to these transitory things? Why can't people who have more than they need for themselves give that surplus to their fellow citizens? Why should some people have such a hard time during their few years on this earth?

I hid myself within myself ... and quietly wrote down all my joys, sorrows and contempt in my diary.

I... keep trying to find a way to become what I'd like to be and what I could be if... if only there were no other people in the world.

In the long run, the sharpest weapon of all is a kind and gentle spirit.

You can get around to meaningful conversations more quickly in the dark than with the sun tickling your face.

If I'm engrossed in a book, I have to rearrange my thoughts before I can mingle with other people, because otherwise they might think I was strange.