I had to hold my head up high and put a bold face on things, but the thoughts keep coming anyways.

We’re all alive, but we don’t know why or what for; we’re all searching for happiness; we’re all leading lives which are different and yet the same.

Where there is hope...there is life

Why are millions spent on the war each day, while not a penny is available for ... artists or the poor? Why do people have to starve when mountians of food are rotting away in other parts of the world? Oh, why are people so crazy?

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.

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

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.