You should not want to know the things in people's minds. If you were meant to hear them, they would be said.

Real life seems to have no plots.

Truth is so impossible. Something has to be done for it.

Ah, we have to be generous to be grateful ... One has oneself to be a giver.

There isn't much to say. I haven't been at all deedy.

I never know why self-sacrifice is noble. Why is it better to sacrifice oneself than someone else?

It will be a beautiful family talk, mean and worried and full of sorrow and spite and excitement.