It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader.

Do you know I don't know how one can walk by a tree and not be happy at the sight of it? How can one talk to a man and not be happy in loving him! Oh, it's only that I'm not able to express it...And what beautiful things there are at every step, that even the most hopeless man must feel to be beautiful! Look at a child! Look at God's sunrise! Look at the grass, how it grows! Look at the eyes that gaze at you and love you!

But what can a decent man speak of with most pleasure? Answer: Of himself. Well, so I will talk about myself.

For all is like an ocean, all flows and connects; touch it in one place and it echoes at the other end of the world.

It is amazing what one ray of sunshine can do for a man!

I am told that the proximity of punishment arouses real repentance in the criminal and sometimes awakens a feeling of genuine remorse in the most hardened heart; I am told this is due to fear.

There is no subject so old that something new cannot be said about it.