Sometimes I'm so deeply buried under self-reproaches that I long for a word of comfort to help me dig myself out again.

As long as you can look fearlessly at the sky, you'll know that your pure within and will find happiness once more.

The world has plenty of room, riches, money and beauty ... Let us begin by dividing it more fairly.

It won't take long before I explode with pent-up rage.

Older people have formed their opinions about everything, and don't waver before they act. It's twice as hard for us young ones to hold our ground, and maintain our opinions, in a time when all ideals are being shattered and destroyed, when people are showing their worst side, and do not know whether to believe in truth and right and God.

In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery and death.

Another fact that doesn't exactly brighten up our days is that Mr. Van Maaren, the man who works in the warehouse, is getting suspicious about the Annex.