Wicked men obey from fear; good men, from love.
For though we love both the truth and our friends, piety requires us to honor the truth first.
We praise a man who feels angry on the right grounds and against the right persons and also in the right manner at the right moment and for the right length of time.
Love is composed of single soul inhabiting two bodies.
To write well, express yourself like common people, but think like a wise man. Or, think as wise men do, but speak as the common people do.
To love someone is to identify with them.
No one loves the man whom he fears.
If I haven’t any talent for writing books or newspaper articles, well, then I can always write for myself.
I have often been downcast but never in despair; I regard our hiding as a dangerous adventure, romantic and interesting at the same time. In my diary, I treat all the privations as amusing.
Sympathy, love, fortune… We all have these qualities but still tend to not use them!
I soothe my conscience now with the thought that it is better for hard words to be on paper than that Mummy should carry them in her heart.
When I write, I can shake off all my cares.
There’s something happening every day, but I’m too tired and lazy to write it all down.
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!
I live in a crazy time.
People can tell you to keep your mouth shut, but that doesn’t stop you from having your own opinion.
I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.
In the future I’m going to devote less time to sentimentality and more time to reality.
Speak out in acts; the time for words has passed, and only deeds will suffice.
Night is a more quiet time to work. It aids thought.