A Quiet Conscience Makes One Strong!

I Simply Can't Build My Hopes On A Foundation Of Confusion, Misery And Death... I Think... Peace And Tranquillity Will Return Again.

I Must Work, So As Not To Be A Fool, To Get On, To Become A Journalist, Because That's What I Want!... I Can't Imagine That I Would Have To Lead The Same Sort Of Life As Mummyand All The Women Who Do Their Work And Are Then Forgotten. I Must Have Something Besides A Husband And Children, Something That I Can Devote Myself To!

Crying Can Bring Relief, As Long As You Don't Cry Alone.

In The Future I'm Going To Devote Less Time To Sentimentality And More Time To Reality.

I Live In A Crazy Time.