It Won't Take Long Before I Explode

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 Must Work, So As Not To Be A Fool, To Get On, To Become A Journalist, Because That's What I Want!... I Can't Imagine That I Would Have To Lead The Same Sort Of Life As Mummyand All The Women Who Do Their Work And Are Then Forgotten. I Must Have Something Besides A Husband And Children, Something That I Can Devote Myself To!

One Gets On Better In Life If One Is Not Over Modest.

As Long As This Exists, This Sunshine And This Cloudless Sky, And As Long As I Can Enjoy It, How Can I Be Sad?

Dead People Receive More Flowers Than The Living Ones Because The Regret Is Stronger Than Gratitude.