I Simply Can't Build My Hopes On

No One Has Ever Become Poor By Giving.

We Lit The Stove A Few Days Ago And The Entire Room Is Filled With Smoke. I Prefer Central Heating, And I'm Probably Not The Only One.

What Is Done Cannot Be Undone, But One Can Prevent It Happening Again

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

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.