How Wonderful It Is That We Can

By Thinking, Nobody Can Ever Get Worse But Will Only Get Better.

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.

Crying Can Bring Relief, As Long As You Don't Cry Alone.

We've All Been A Little Confused This Past Week, Because Our Dearly Beloved Westertoren Bells Have Been Carted Off To Be Melted Down For The War, So We Have No Idea Of The Exact Time, Either Night Or Day.

Sometimes I Believe That God Wants To Try Me, Both Now And Later On; I Must Become Good Through My Own Efforts, Without Examples And Without Good Advice.