But I've Slammed The Door To My

I Must Work, So As Not To Be A Fool, To Get On, To Become A Journalist, Because That's What I Want!... I Can't Imagine That I Would Have To Lead The Same Sort Of Life As Mummyand All The Women Who Do Their Work And Are Then Forgotten. I Must Have Something Besides A Husband And Children, Something That I Can Devote Myself To!

How Lovely To Think That No One Need Wait A Moment, We Can Start Now, Start Slowly Changing The World! How Lovely That Everyone, Great And Small, Can Make Their Contribution Toward Introducing Justice Straightaway... And You Can Always, Always Give Something, Even If It Is Only Kindness!

You Can Always Give Something, Even If It Is Only Kindness.

Look At How A Single Candle Can Both Defy And Define The Darkness.

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.