In the future I'm going to devote less time to sentimentality and more time to reality.

What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven't even happened yet.

It won't take long before I explode with pent-up rage.

I believe in the sun, even when it rains.

I think it's odd that grown-ups quarrel so easily and so often and about such petty matters. Up to now I always thought bickering was just something children did and that they outgrew it.

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.

A quiet conscience makes one strong!