I can't let them see my doubts, or the wounds they've inflicted on me.

There's a destructive urge in people, the urge to rage, murder and kill. And until all of humanity, without exception, undergoes a metamorphosis, wars will continue to be waged, and everything that has been carefully built up, cultivated and grown will be cut down and destroyed, only to start all over again!

Love, what is love? I don't think you can really put it into words. Love is understanding someone, caring for him, sharing his joys and sorrows.

It looms before us, an impenetrable wall, trying to crush us, but not yet able to.

There's one golden rule to keep before you: laugh about everything and don't bother yourself about the others!

The best remedy for those who are frightened, lovely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere they can be alone, alone with the sky, nature and God. For then and only then can you feel that everything is as it should be and that God wants people to be happy amid nature's beauty and simplicity.

I can't help telling you that I've begin to feel deserted.