I don't want to have lived in vain like most people. I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I've never met. I want to go on living even after my death!

It is becoming a bad dream-- in the daytime as well as at night. I see him nearly all the time and can't get at him, I mustn't show anything, must remain gay while I'm really in despair.

This week I've been reading a lot and doing little work. That's the way things ought to be. That's surely the road to success.

There's one golden rule to keep before you: laugh about everything and don't bother yourself about the others!

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

I live in a crazy time.

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.