No One Ever Became Poor From Giving.

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.

An Empty Day, Though Clear And Bright, Is Just As Dark As Any Night.

I've Found That There Is Always Some Beauty Left -- In Nature, Sunshine, Freedom, In Yourself; These Can All Help You.

Live With The Objective Of Being Happy.

I Don't Want To Have Lived In Vain Like Most People. I Want To Be Useful Or Bring Enjoyment To All People, Even Those I've Never Met. I Want To Go On Living Even After My Death!