I Can't Help Telling You That I've

Outside, You Don't Hear A Single Bird, And A Deathly, Oppressive Silence Hangs Over The House And Clings To Me As If It Were Going To Drag Me Into The Deepest Regions Of The Underworld.... I Wander From Room To Room, Climb Up And Down The Stairs And Feel Like A Songbird Whose Wings Have Been Ripped Off And Who Keeps Hurling Itself Against The Bars Of Its Dark Cage.

People Can So Easily Be Tempted By Slackness... And By Money.

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. I See The World Gradually Being Turned Into A Wilderness, I Hear The Ever Approaching Thunder, Which Will Destroy Us Too, I Can Feel The Sufferings Of Millions And Yet, If I Look Up Into The Heavens, I Think That It Will All Come Right, That This Cruelty Too Will End, And That Peace And Tranquility Will Return Again.

I Do My Best To Please Everybody, Far More Than They'd Ever Guess. I Try To Laugh It All Off, Because I Don't Want To Let Them See My Trouble.

Don't Aim For Success If You Want It; Just Do What You Love And Believe In, And It Will Come Naturally. Despite Everything, I Believe That People Are Really Good At Heart.