And finally I twist my heart round again, so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside, and keep on trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be, and could be, if there weren't any other people living in the world.

We've all been a little confused this past week, because our dearly beloved Westertoren bells have been carted off to be melted down for the war, so we have no idea of the exact time, either night or day.

It must be awful to feel you're not needed.

I've found that there is always some beauty left-in nature, sunshine, freedom, in yourself; these can all help you. Look at these things, then you find yourself again, and God, and then you regain your balance. And whoever is happy will make others happy too. He who has courage and faith will never perish in misery!

How wonderful it is that we can start doing good at this very moment.

I had to hold my head up high and put a bold face on things, but the thoughts keep coming anyways.

I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.