Sometimes I'm so deeply buried under self-reproaches that I long for a word of comfort to help me dig myself out again.
If God lets me live, I shall attain more than Mummy ever has done, I shall not remain insignificant, I shall work in the world and for mankind!
It won't take long before I explode with pent-up rage.
I wonder if anyone can ever succeed in making their children content.
An empty day, though clear and bright, Is just as dark as any night.
I must uphold my ideals, for perhaps the time will come when I shall be able to carry them out.