The only way to truly know a person is to argue with them. For when they argue in full swing, then they reveal their true character.

I never utter my real feelings about anything. My lighter, superficial side will always be too quick for the deeper side of me, and that's why it always wins.

I hid myself within myself ... and quietly wrote down all my joys, sorrows and contempt in my diary.

Ordinary people simply don't know what books mean to us, shut up here. Reading, learning, and the radio are our amusements.

I can't let them see my doubts, or the wounds they've inflicted on me.

I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.

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