In the book Soldiers on the Home Front, I was greatly struck by the fact that in childbirth alone, women commonly suffer more pain, illness and misery than any war hero ever does. An what's her reward for enduring all that pain? She gets pushed aside when she's disfigured by birth, her children soon leave, hear beauty is gone. Women, who struggle and suffer pain to ensure the continuation of the human race, make much tougher and more courageous soldiers than all those big-mouthed freedom-fighting heroes put together.

What is done cannot be undone, but one can prevent it happening again

Human greatness does not lie in wealth or power, but in character and goodness.

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

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

When I write I can shake off all my cares. My sorrow disappears, my spirits are revived.

I feel wicked sleeping in a warm bed, while my dearest friends have been knocked down or have fallen into a gutter somewhere out in the cold night. I get frightened when I think of close friends who have now been delivered into the hands of the cruelest brutes that walk the earth. And all because they are Jews!