Human Greatness Does Not Lie In Wealth

I've Reached The Point Where I Hardly Care Whether I Live Or Die. The World Will Keep On Turning Without Me, I Can't Do Anything To Change Events Anyway.

Outside, You Don't Hear A Single Bird, And A Deathly, Oppressive Silence Hangs Over The House And Clings To Me As If It Were Going To Drag Me Into The Deepest Regions Of The Underworld.... I Wander From Room To Room, Climb Up And Down The Stairs And Feel Like A Songbird Whose Wings Have Been Ripped Off And Who Keeps Hurling Itself Against The Bars Of Its Dark Cage.

In The Long Run, The Sharpest Weapon Of All Is A Kind And Gentle Spirit.

The Young Are Not Afraid Of Telling The Truth.

I Have Often Been Downcast, But Never In Despair.