It's bad enough to feel insignificant, but it's unbearable to have it grained into your soul that you will never, can never, be anything but insignificant.

I'm really a very happy, contented little person in spite of my broken heart.

At seventeen dreams DO satisfy because you think the realities are waiting for you farther on.

I couldn't live where there were no trees--something vital in me would starve.

Human nature is not obliged to be consistent.

Who would endure life if it were not for the hope of death?

Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.