But those with shattered souls find it very difficult to speak.

If I had my wilderness, nature could be my lover. What can I do in the paved streets for my thirsty roots? I waste time. I encourage fools. I slip the vital hours into penny slot machines -- to pass time, to start my stuck wheels only love can oil.

There was a point that I stopped crying. It's not just because I didn't feel pain anymore, not because I didn't feel sorrow. It was just to keep going. I mean, it just was to survive, to live.

You will always have value and nothing can change that.

Go to the ant, thou sluggard, learn to live, and by her busy ways, reform thy own.

Knowing it can always get worse, I try to be grateful for whatever good I have.

All time is now, and time can do no better. Nothing can ever be more now than now, and before this nothing was.