I never utter my real feelings about anything. My lighter, superficial side will always be too quick for the deeper side of me, and that's why it always wins.

This week I've been reading a lot and doing little work. That's the way things ought to be. That's surely the road to success.

I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.

Earning happiness means doing good and working, not speculating and being lazy. Laziness may look inviting, but only work gives you true satisfaction.

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.

Deep down I know I could never be that innocent again, however much I'd like to be.

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.