There's something happening everyday, but I'm too tired and lazy to write it all down.
I wish to go on living even after my death.
Sometimes I'm so deeply buried under self-reproaches that I long for a word of comfort to help me dig myself out again.
Paper is more patient than man.
Even when I was older, I couldn't stop asking questions.
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.