I've reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, I can't do anything to change events anyway.

In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can’t build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery, and death. I see the world gradually being turned into a wilderness, I hear the ever approaching thunder, which will destroy us too, I can feel the sufferings of millions and yet, if I look up into the heavens, I think that it will all come right, that this cruelty too will end, and that peace and tranquility will return again.

I don't have much in the way of money or worldly possessions, I'm not beautiful, intelligent or clever, but I'm happy, and I intend to stay that way! I was born happy, I love people, I have a trusting nature, and I'd like everyone else to be happy too.

I don't dare do anything anymore, 'cause I'm afraid it's not allowed.

You can be lonely even when you are loved by many people, since you are still not anybody's one and only.

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

Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.