I want to go on living after my death!

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

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.

Sometimes I'm so deeply buried under self-reproaches that I long for a word of comfort to help me dig myself out again.

No one has ever become poor by giving.

Once again St. Nicholas Day Has even come to our hideaway; It won't be quite as fun, I fear, As the happy day we had last year. Then we were hopeful, no reason to doubt That optimism would win the bout, And by the time this year came round, We'd all be free, and safe and sound. Still, let's not forget it's St. Nicholas Day, Though we've nothing left to give away. We'll have to find something else to do: So everyone please look in their shoe!

I'm sentimental--I know. I'm desperate and silly--I know that too. Oh, help me!