This Week I've Been Reading A Lot

Then I Fall Asleep With A Stupid Feeling Of Wishing To Be Different From What I Am Or From What I Want To Be; Perhaps To Behave Differently From The Way I Want To Behave Or Do Behave.

One Gets On Better In Life If One Is Not Over Modest.

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!

Paper Has More Patience Than People.

The Best Remedy For Those Who Are Afraid, Lonely Or Unhappy Is To Go Outside