No One Ever Became Poor From Giving.

I Hid Myself Within Myself ... And Quietly Wrote Down All My Joys, Sorrows And Contempt In My Diary.

I Had To Hold My Head Up High And Put A Bold Face On Things, But The Thoughts Keep Coming Anyways.

No One Has Ever Become Poor By Giving.

He Clings To His Solitude, To His Affected Indifference And His Grown-up Ways, But It's Just An Act, So As Never, Never To Show His Real Feelings.

I Must Work, So As Not To Be A Fool, To Get On, To Become A Journalist, Because That's What I Want!... I Can't Imagine That I Would Have To Lead The Same Sort Of Life As Mummyand All The Women Who Do Their Work And Are Then Forgotten. I Must Have Something Besides A Husband And Children, Something That I Can Devote Myself To!