Misfortunes never come singly.

Bolkenstein, a Minister, was speaking on the Dutch programme from London, and he said that they ought to make a collection of diaries and letters after the war. Of course, they all made a rush at my diary immediately. Just imagine how interesting it would be if I were to publish a romance of the "Secret Annexe." The title alone would be enough to make people think it was a detective story.

I looked up in the sky and trusted in God.

Who would ever think that so much went on in the soul of a young girl?

The world has plenty of room, riches, money and beauty ... Let us begin by dividing it more fairly.

And finally I twist my heart round again, so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside, and keep on trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be, and could be, if there weren't any other people living in the world.

You must work and should not be lazy if you want to be happy.