Whoever doesn't know it must learn and find by experience that a quiet conscience makes one strong.

Why are millions spent on the war each day, while not a penny is available for ... artists or the poor? Why do people have to starve when mountians of food are rotting away in other parts of the world? Oh, why are people so crazy?

Ordinary people don't know how much books can mean to someone who's cooped up.

Then I fall asleep with a stupid feeling of wishing to be different from what I am or from what I want to be; perhaps to behave differently from the way I want to behave or do behave.

The only way to truly know a person is to argue with them. For when they argue in full swing, then they reveal their true character.

We can't control our destiny, but we can control who we become.

I soothe my conscience now with the thought that it is better for hard words to be on paper than that Mummy should carry them in her heart.