Deep Down, The Young Are Lonelier Than

Our Lives Are Fashioned By Our Choices. First We Make Our Choices. Then Our Choices Make Us.

Who Else But Me Is Ever Going To Read These Letters?

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.

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

I Feel Wicked Sleeping In A Warm Bed, While My Dearest Friends Have Been Knocked Down Or Have Fallen Into A Gutter Somewhere Out In The Cold Night. I Get Frightened When I Think Of Close Friends Who Have Now Been Delivered Into The Hands Of The Cruelest Brutes That Walk The Earth. And All Because They Are Jews!