Why are millions spent on the war each day, while not a penny is available for ... artists or the poor? Why do people have to starve when mountians of food are rotting away in other parts of the world? Oh, why are people so crazy?

Who else but me is ever going to read these letters?

If the truth is told, things are just as bad as you yourself care to make them.

I must uphold my ideals, for perhaps the time will come when I shall be able to carry them out.

Memories mean more to me than dresses.

This week I've been reading a lot and doing little work. That's the way things ought to be. That's surely the road to success.

Those who have courage and faith shall never perish in misery