Give And You Shall Receive, Much More

In The Long Run, The Sharpest Weapon Of All Is A Kind And Gentle Spirit.

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

By Thinking, Nobody Can Ever Get Worse But Will Only Get Better.

Outside, You Don't Hear A Single Bird, And A Deathly, Oppressive Silence Hangs Over The House And Clings To Me As If It Were Going To Drag Me Into The Deepest Regions Of The Underworld.... I Wander From Room To Room, Climb Up And Down The Stairs And Feel Like A Songbird Whose Wings Have Been Ripped Off And Who Keeps Hurling Itself Against The Bars Of Its Dark Cage.

I Want To Go On Living After My Death!