I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.

But I won't bore you any longer on the subject of old men. It won't make things any better and all my plans of revenge (such as disconnecting the lamp, shutting the door, hiding his clothes) must be abandoned in order to keep the peace. Oh, I'm becoming so sensible!

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

There's only one rule you need to remember: laugh at everything and foget everybody else! It sound egotistical, but it's actually the only cure for those suffering from self-pity.

If the truth is told, things are just as bad as you yourself care to make them.

Another fact that doesn't exactly brighten up our days is that Mr. Van Maaren, the man who works in the warehouse, is getting suspicious about the Annex.

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