He Clings To His Solitude, To His

Yes, There Is No Doubt That Paper Is Patient And As I Don't Intend To Show This Cardboard-covered Notebook, Bearing The Proud Name Of "diary," To Anyone, Unless I Find A Real Friend, Boy Or Girl, Probably Nobody Cares. And Now I Come To The Root Of The Matter, The Reason For My Starting A Diary: It Is That I Have No Such Real Friend.

Once Again St. Nicholas Day Has Even Come To Our Hideaway; It Won't Be Quite As Fun, I Fear, As The Happy Day We Had Last Year. Then We Were Hopeful, No Reason To Doubt That Optimism Would Win The Bout, And By The Time This Year Came Round, We'd All Be Free, And Safe And Sound. Still, Let's Not Forget It's St. Nicholas Day, Though We've Nothing Left To Give Away. We'll Have To Find Something Else To Do: So Everyone Please Look In Their Shoe!

Give And You Shall Receive, Much More That You Ever Thought Possible. Give And Give Again. People Who Give Will Never Be Poor!

I Hid Myself Within Myself ... And Quietly Wrote Down All My Joys, Sorrows And Contempt In My Diary.

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.