Once in a mental hospital, a person grows used to the freedom that exists in the world of madness and becomes addicted to it. You no longer have to take on responsibilities, to struggle to earn your daily bread, to be bothered with repetitive, mundane tasks. You could spend hours looking at a picture or making absurd doodles. Everything is torelated because, after all, the person is mentally ill.

Our great goal in life is to love. The rest is silence.

An enthusiastic heart finds opportunities everywhere.

If you're a nobody, if your work has no impact, then it deserves to be praised. If, however, you climb out of that state of mediocrity and are a success, then your defying 'the law' and deserve to be punished.

Keeping a smile on your lips even when you're on the verge of tears. Feeling sorry for those who show their feelings.

Anyone who is in love is making love the whole time, even when they're not.

Love is not a habit, a commitment, or a debt. It isn't what romantic songs tell us it is - love simply is.