“I am quite wiling to confide entirely in human being, except that at some moment or another human beings get preoccupied, moody, busy, inattentive, and there come an end to the interest, and this never happens in a journal!”
“I only regret that everybody wants to deprive me of the journal, which is the only steadfast friend I have, the only one which makes my life bearable, because my happiness with human beings is so precarious, my confiding moods rare, and the least sign of non-interest is enough to silence me. In the journal I am at ease.”
“. . . this girl who seemed, increasingly, to be interested in learning to read everything except how human beings talked to one another.”
“I thought, briefly, that I would never feel as intensely connected to the world, to another human being, as I did at that moment.”
“I am not an ice cream come! I am a human being!”
“It is always of interest to know what strikes another human being as remarkable.”