Sometimes I'm So Deeply Buried Under Self-reproaches

But I Won't Bore You Any Longer On The Subject Of Old Men. It Won't Make Things Any Better And All My Plans Of Revenge (such As Disconnecting The Lamp, Shutting The Door, Hiding His Clothes) Must Be Abandoned In Order To Keep The Peace. Oh, I'm Becoming So Sensible!

I've Found That There Is Always Some Beauty Left-in Nature, Sunshine, Freedom, In Yourself; These Can All Help You. Look At These Things, Then You Find Yourself Again, And God, And Then You Regain Your Balance. And Whoever Is Happy Will Make Others Happy Too. He Who Has Courage And Faith Will Never Perish In Misery!

We’re All Alive, But We Don’t Know Why Or What For; We’re All Searching For Happiness; We’re All Leading Lives Which Are Different And Yet The Same.

It Is Becoming A Bad Dream-- In The Daytime As Well As At Night. I See Him Nearly All The Time And Can't Get At Him, I Mustn't Show Anything, Must Remain Gay While I'm Really In Despair.

I Don't Dare Do Anything Anymore, 'cause I'm Afraid It's Not Allowed.