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

You can always give something, even if it is only kindness.

Sleep makes the silence and the terrible fear go by more quickly, helps pass the time, since it's impossible to kill.

Whoever doesn't know it must learn and find by experience that a quiet conscience makes one strong.

I wonder if anyone can ever succeed in making their children content.

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?

I've reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, I can't do anything to change events anyway.