I have always been the dunce, the never-do-well of the family, I've always have to pay double for my deeds, first with the scolding and then again because of the way my feelings are hurt.

People can so easily be tempted by slackness... and by money.

Laziness may appear attractive, but work gives satisfaction.

Human greatness does not lie in wealth or power, but in character and goodness.

Anyhow, I've learned one thing now. You only really get to know people when you've had a jolly good row with them. Then and then only can you judge their true characters!

I'm currently in the middle of a depression. I couldn't really tell you what set it off, but I think it stems from my cowardice, which confronts me at every turn.

I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.