I Want To Go On Living Even

I Don't Think Of All The Misery But Of The Beauty That Still Remains.

If The Truth Is Told, Things Are Just As Bad As You Yourself Care To Make Them.

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.

Although I'm Only Fourteen, I Know Quite Well What I Want, I Know Who Is Right And Who Is Wrong. I Have My Opinions, My Own Ideas And Principles, And Although It May Sound Pretty Mad From An Adolescent, I Feel More Of A Person Than A Child, I Feel Quite Indepedent Of Anyone.

Laziness May Appear Attractive, But Work Gives Satisfaction.