You can always-always-give something, even if it's a simple act of kindness! If everyone were to give in this way and didn't scrimp on kindly words, there would be much more love and justice in the world!

The weak fall, but the strong will remain and never go under!

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.

Yes, there is no doubt that paper is patient and as I don't intend to show this cardboard-covered notebook, bearing the proud name of "diary," to anyone, unless I find a real friend, boy or girl, probably nobody cares. And now I come to the root of the matter, the reason for my starting a diary: it is that I have no such real friend.

How wonderful it is that we can start doing good at this very moment.

I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.

I want to go on living after my death!