People Who Give Will Never Be Poor.

The Weak Die Out And The Strong Will Survive, And Will Live On Forever

I Feel The Suffering Of Millions. And Yet, When I Look Up At The Sky, I Somehow Feel That Every-thing Will Change For The Better, That This Cruelty Too Shall End, That Peace And Tranquility Will Return Once More.

I'm Currently In The Middle Of A Depression. I Couldn't Really Tell You What Set It Off, But I Think It Stems From My Cowardice, Which Confronts Me At Every Turn.

What I Condemn Are Our System Of Values And The Men Who Don't Acknowledge How Great, Difficult, But Ultimately Beautiful Women's Share In Society Is.

Despite Everything, I Believe That People Are Really Good At Heart.