Think Of All The Beauty Still Left

When I Write I Can Shake Off All My Cares. My Sorrow Disappears, My Spirits Are Revived.

I Soothe My Conscience Now With The Thought That It Is Better For Hard Words To Be On Paper Than That Mummy Should Carry Them In Her Heart.

I Want To Go On Living Even After Death!

Bolkenstein, A Minister, Was Speaking On The Dutch Programme From London, And He Said That They Ought To Make A Collection Of Diaries And Letters After The War. Of Course, They All Made A Rush At My Diary Immediately. Just Imagine How Interesting It Would Be If I Were To Publish A Romance Of The "secret Annexe." The Title Alone Would Be Enough To Make People Think It Was A Detective Story.

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.