Riches can all be lost, but that happiness in your own heart can only be veiled, and it will bring you happiness again, as long as you live.

It is becoming a bad dream-- in the daytime as well as at night. I see him nearly all the time and can't get at him, I mustn't show anything, must remain gay while I'm really in despair.

The world has plenty of room, riches, money and beauty ... Let us begin by dividing it more fairly.

but i've slammed the door to my inner self; if he ever wants to force the lock again, he'll have to use a harder crowbar!

I don't think of all the misery but of the beauty that still remains.

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

The reason for my starting a diary is that I have no real friend.