Who Would Ever Think That So Much

If I'm Engrossed In A Book, I Have To Rearrange My Thoughts Before I Can Mingle With Other People, Because Otherwise They Might Think I Was Strange.

It Seems To Me That Later On Neither I Nor Anyone Else Will Be Interested In The Musings Of A Thirteen-year-old Schoolgirl.

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.

In The Long Run, The Sharpest Weapon Of All Is A Kind And Gentle Spirit.

This Week I've Been Reading A Lot And Doing Little Work. That's The Way Things Ought To Be. That's Surely The Road To Success.