Sometimes I believe that God wants to try me, both now and later on; I must become good through my own efforts, without examples and without good advice.

I think it's odd that grown-ups quarrel so easily and so often and about such petty matters. Up to now I always thought bickering was just something children did and that they outgrew it.

Live with the objective of being happy.

If I'm engrossed in a book, I have to rearrange my thoughts before I can mingle with other people, because otherwise they might think I was strange.

Laziness may appear attractive, but work gives satisfaction.

I want friends, not admirers. People who respect me for my character and my deeds, not my flattering smile. The circle around me would be much smaller, but what does that matter, as long as they're sincere?

What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven't even happened yet.