In the long run, the sharpest weapon of all is a kind and gentle spirit.
There's something happening everyday, but I'm too tired and lazy to write it all down.
Go outsideamidst the simple beauty of natureand know that as long as places like this exist, there will be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be.
I can't help telling you that I've begin to feel deserted.
I wish to go on living even after my death.
I have always been the dunce, the never-do-well of the family, I've always have to pay double for my deeds, first with the scolding and then again because of the way my feelings are hurt.