The Annex is an ideal place to hide in. It may be damp and lopsided, but there's probably not a more comfortable hiding place in all of Amsterdam. No, in all of Holland.

It's really a wonder that I haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.

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

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

I don't believe that the big men, the politicians and capitalists alone, are guilty of war. Oh no, the little man is just as guilty, otherwise the peoples of the world would have risen in revolt long ago!

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

Parents can only give good advice or put them on the right paths, but the final forming of a person's character lies in their own hands.