I've found that there is always some beauty left -- in nature, sunshine, freedom, in yourself; these can all help you.

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 live in a crazy time.

We lit the stove a few days ago and the entire room is filled with smoke. I prefer central heating, and I'm probably not the only one.

Sleep makes the silence and the terrible fear go by more quickly, helps pass the time, since it's impossible to kill.

Where there's hope, there's life. It fills us with fresh courage and makes us strong again.

It is becoming a bad dream-- in the daytime as well as at night. I see him nearly all the time and can't get at him, I mustn't show anything, must remain gay while I'm really in despair.