In the long run, the sharpest weapon of all is a kind and gentle spirit.
I hid myself within myself ... and quietly wrote down all my joys, sorrows and contempt in my diary.
Even when I was older, I couldn't stop asking questions.
Deep down, the young are lonelier than the old.
But feelings can't be ignored, no matter how unjust or ungrateful they seem.
I had an occasional flash of understanding, but then got selfishly wrapped up again in my own problems and pleasures.