I Felt The Urge To Reassure Him

...the Habit Of Despair Is Worse Than Despair Itself.

These Are Facts The Heart Can Feel; Yet They Call For Careful Study Before They Become Clear To The Intellect.

When There Is No Hope, One Must Invent Hope.

When I Look At My Life And Its Secret Colors, I Feel Like Bursting Into Tears.

I Hadn't Understood How Days Could Be Both Long And Short At The Same Time: Long To Live Through, Maybe, But So Drawn Out That They Ended Up Flowing Into One Another. They Lost Their Names. Only 'yesterday' And 'tomorrow' Still Had Any Meaning For Me.