Who would ever think that so much can go on in the soul of a young girl?

Go outside and try to recapture the happiness within yourself; think of all the beauty in yourself and in everything around you and be happy.

Who would ever think that so much went on in the soul of a young girl?

The finest thing under the sun and moon is the human soul. I marvel at the small miracles of kindness that pass between humans, I marvel at the growth of conscience, at the persistence of reason in the face of all superstition or despair. I marvel at human endurance.

I knew there was one kind soul . . . you stand out in this crowd,

Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen.