I have often been downcast, but never in despair.

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

Live with the objective of being happy.

Don't condemn me, remember rather that sometimes I, too, can reach the bursting point.

Sometimes I'm so deeply buried under self-reproaches that I long for a word of comfort to help me dig myself out again.

In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery and death.

but i've slammed the door to my inner self; if he ever wants to force the lock again, he'll have to use a harder crowbar!