At such times Daddy$$$ Mummy and Margot leave me cold. I wander from one room to another$$$ downstairs and up again$$$ feeling like a songbird whose wings have been clipped and who is hurling himself in utter darkness against the bars of his cage. "Go outside$$$ laugh$$$ and take a breath of fresh air$$$" a voice cries within me$$$ but I don't even feel a response any more; I go and lie on the divan and sleep$$$ to make the time pass more quickly$$$ and the stillness and terrible fear$$$ because there is no way of killing them.
If I read a book that impresses me$$$ I have to take myself firmly in hand before I mix with other people; otherwise they would think my mind rather queer.
Everyone has inside of him a piece of good news. The good news is that you don't know how great you can be! How much you can love! What you can accomplish! And what your potential is!
How noble and good everyone could be if$$$ every evening before falling asleep$$$ they were to recall to their minds the events of the whole day and consider exactly what has been good and bad. Then without realizing it$$$ you try to improve yourself at the start of each new day.
A voice within me is sobbing$$$ "You see that's what's become of you.
I firmly believe that nature can bring comfort to all who suffer.
Earning happiness means doing good and working$$$ not speculating and being lazy. Laziness may look inviting$$$ but only work gives you true satisfaction.
In spite of everything$$$ I still believe that people are really good at heart.
Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.
I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear$$$ my courage is reborn.