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

Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness.

Who knows, perhaps he doesn't care about me at all and look at the others in just the same way.

We can't control our destiny, but we can control who we become.

Whoever is happy will make others happy.

I can't imagine how anyone can say: "I'm weak," and then remain so. After all, if you know it, why not fight against it, why not try to train your character? The answer was: "Because it's so much easier not to!

Yes, there is no doubt that paper is patient and as I don't intend to show this cardboard-covered notebook, bearing the proud name of "diary," to anyone, unless I find a real friend, boy or girl, probably nobody cares. And now I come to the root of the matter, the reason for my starting a diary: it is that I have no such real friend.