I can't let them see my doubts, or the wounds they've inflicted on me.

Sleep makes the silence and the terrible fear go by more quickly, helps pass the time, since it's impossible to kill.

Parents can only advise their children or point them in the right direction. Ultimately people shape their own characters.

Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.

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. I see the world gradually being turned into a wilderness, I hear the ever approaching thunder, which will destroy us too, I can feel the sufferings of millions and yet, if I look up into the heavens, I think that it will all come right, that this cruelty too will end, and that peace and tranquility will return again.

I'm currently in the middle of a depression. I couldn't really tell you what set it off, but I think it stems from my cowardice, which confronts me at every turn.

In the future I'm going to devote less time to sentimentality and more time to reality.