If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.
Nobody likes being alone that much. I don’t go out of my way to make friends, that’s all. It just leads to disappointment.
No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see it through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sorrow that comes to us without warning.
Letters are just pieces of paper. Burn them, and what stays in your heart will stay; keep them, and what vanishes will vanish.