As in the physical world, so in the spiritual world, pain does not last forever.

Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who all are happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes.

Whatever happens I have had these blissful, perfect moments and they are worth living for.

If you wish to live, you must first attend your own funeral.

I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing.

I am poor - obscure - just eighteen years of age - with a rapacious appetite for everything and principles as light as my purse.

Oh, how quickly things changed! Why didn't happiness last for ever? For ever wasn't a bit too long.