I'm currently in the middle of a depression. I couldn't really tell you what set it off, but I think it stems from my cowardice, which confronts me at every turn.

I simply can't imagine the world will ever be normal again for us. I do talk about "after the war," but it's as if I'm talking about a castle in the air, something that can never come true.

There's plenty of room for everyone in the world. Enough money, riches, and beauty for all to share. God has made enought for everyone, so let us all begin then by sharing it fairly.

At any rate, Daddy usually comes to my defence. Without him I wouldn't be able to stick out here.

I... keep trying to find a way to become what I'd like to be and what I could be if... if only there were no other people in the world.

People who give will never be poor.

We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same.