I simply can't build my hopes on a foundation of confusion, misery and death... I think... peace and tranquillity will return again.

Not being able to go outside upsets me more than I can say, and I’m terrified our hiding place will be discovered and that we’ll be shot.

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

Anyhow, I've learned one thing now. You only really get to know people when you've had a jolly good row with them. Then and then only can you judge their true characters!

Misfortunes never come singly.

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!

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