I Want To Go On Living Even

Where There's Hope, There's Life. It Fills Us With Fresh Courage And Makes Us Strong Again.

I Long To Ride A Bike, Dance, Whistle, Look At The World, Feel Young And Know That I'm Free, And Yet I Can't Let It Show. Just Imagine What Would Happen If All Eight Of Us Were To Feel Sorry For Ourselves Or Walk Around With The Discontent Clearly Visible On Our Faces. Where Would That Get Us?

I Don't Think Of All The Misery But Of The Beauty That Still Remains.

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.

One Gets On Better In Life If One Is Not Over Modest.