I Want To Go On Living After

The World Has Plenty Of Room, Riches, Money And Beauty ... Let Us Begin By Dividing It More Fairly.

I Can't Help Telling You That I've Begin To Feel Deserted.

In Spite Of Everything I Still Believe That People Are Really Good At Heart. I Simply Can't Build Up My Hopes On A Foundation Consisting Of Confusion, Misery And Death.

I Have Often Been Downcast, But Never In Despair.

No One Ever Was The Poorer For Giving