No One Has Ever Become Poor By

One Must Apply One's Reason To Everything Here, Learning To Obey, To Shut Up, To Help, To Be Good, To Give In, And I Don't Know What Else. I'm Afraid I Shall Use Up All My Brains Too Quickly, And I Haven't Got So Very Many. Then I Shall Not Have Any Left For When The War Is Over.

He Clings To His Solitude, To His Affected Indifference And His Grown-up Ways, But It's Just An Act, So As Never, Never To Show His Real Feelings.

Our Many Jewish Friends And Acquaintances Are Being Taken Away In Droves. The Gestapo Is Treating Them Very Roughly And Transporting Them In Cattle Cars To Westerbork, The Big Camp In Drenthe To Which They're Sending All The Jews....if It's That Bad In Holland, What Must It Be Like In Those Faraway And Uncivilized Places Where The Germans Are Sending Them? We Assume That Most Of Them Are Being Murdered. The English Radio Says They're Being Gassed.

As Long As You Can Look Fearlessly At The Sky, You'll Know That Your Pure Within And Will Find Happiness Once More.

It Is Becoming A Bad Dream-- In The Daytime As Well As At Night. I See Him Nearly All The Time And Can't Get At Him, I Mustn't Show Anything, Must Remain Gay While I'm Really In Despair.