In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can’t build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery, and death. I see the world gradually being turned into a wilderness, I hear the ever approaching thunder, which will destroy us too, I can feel the sufferings of millions and yet, if I look up into the heavens, I think that it will all come right, that this cruelty too will end, and that peace and tranquility will return again.

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

Don't condemn me, remember rather that sometimes I, too, can reach the bursting point.

by thinking, nobody can ever get worse but will only get better.

I can't let them see my doubts, or the wounds they've inflicted on me.

The world has plenty of room, riches, money and beauty ... Let us begin by dividing it more fairly.

I want to go on living even after my death! And therefore I am grateful to God for this gift, this possibility of developing myself and of writing, of expressing all that is in me. I can shake off everything if I write; my sorrows disappear; my courage is reborn. But, and that is the great question, will I ever be able to write anything great, will I ever become a journalist or a writer?