I Have Arranged My Little Life.

Some Must Cry So That Others May Be Able To Laugh The More Heartily. Sacrifices Are Necessary.

Even The One Moment That You Thought Was Your Eternity Fades Out And Is Forgotten And Dies.

Today I Must Be Very Careful, Today I Have Left My Armor At Home.

For The First Time She Had Dimly Realized That Only The Hopeless Are Starkly Sincere And That Only The Unhappy Can Either Give Or Take Sympathy--even Some Of The Bitter And Dangerous Voluptuousness Of Misery.

When You Are A Child You Are Yourself And You Know And See Everything Prophetically. And Then Suddenly Something Happens And You Stop Being Yourself; You Become What Others Force You To Be. You Lose Your Wisdom And Your Soul.