Sometimes I believe that God wants to try me, both now and later on; I must become good through my own efforts, without examples and without good advice.

How noble and good everyone could be if, every evening before falling asleep, they were to recall to their minds the events of the whole day and consider exactly what has been good and bad. Then without realizing it, you try to improve yourself at the start of each new day.

I haven't written for a few days, because I wanted first of all to think about my diary. It's an odd idea for someone like me to keep a diary; not only because I have never done so before, but because it seems to me that neither I-nor for that matter anyone else-will be interested in the unbosomings of a thirteen -year -old schoolgirl. Still, what does that matter? I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.

You can be lonely even when you are loved by many people, since you are still not anybody's one and only.

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

No one has ever become poor by giving.

I wish to go on living even after my death.