I feel wicked sleeping in a warm bed, while my dearest friends have been knocked down or have fallen into a gutter somewhere out in the cold night. I get frightened when I think of close friends who have now been delivered into the hands of the cruelest brutes that walk the earth. And all because they are Jews!

Ordinary people don't know how much books can mean to someone who's cooped up.

Ordinary people simply don't know what books mean to us, shut up here. Reading, learning, and the radio are our amusements.

No one ever became poor from giving.

This is a photograph of me as I wish I looked all the time. Then I might have a chance of getting in Hollywood.

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.

I believe in the sun, even when it rains.