Habit Is A Great Deadener.

I Write About Myself With The Same Pencil And In The Same Exercise Book As About Him. It Is No Longer I, But Another Whose Life Is Just Beginning.

Hardly Had The Glow Been Kindled By Some Good Deed On Your Part Or By Some Little Triumph Over Your Rivals Or By A Word Of Praisefrom Your Parents Or Mentors When It Would Begin To Cool And Fade Leaving You In A Very Short Time As Chill And Dim As Before.

With All This Darkness Round Me I Feel Less Alone.

Go On Failing. Go On. Only Next Time, Try To Fail Better.

Nothing Happens. Nobody Comes, Nobody Goes. It's Awful.