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

Sometimes I'm so deeply buried under self-reproaches that I long for a word of comfort to help me dig myself out again.

Crying can bring relief, as long as you don't cry alone.

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.

Human greatness does not lie in wealth or power, but in character and goodness. People are just people, and all people have faults and shortcomings, but all of us are born with a basic goodness.

Sometimes I think God is trying to test me, both now and in the future. I'll have to become a good person on my own, without anyone to serve as a model or advise me, but it'll make me stronger in the end.

Who else but me is ever going to read these letters?