I must uphold my ideals, for perhaps the time will come when I shall be able to carry them out.

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!

Deep down I know I could never be that innocent again, however much I'd like to be.

In the long run, the sharpest weapon of all is a kind and gentle spirit.

Bolkenstein, a Minister, was speaking on the Dutch programme from London, and he said that they ought to make a collection of diaries and letters after the war. Of course, they all made a rush at my diary immediately. Just imagine how interesting it would be if I were to publish a romance of the "Secret Annexe." The title alone would be enough to make people think it was a detective story.

Laziness may appear attractive, but work gives satisfaction.

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