You Must Work And Do Good, Not

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.

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!

Crying Can Bring Relief, As Long As You Don't Cry Alone.

The Reason For My Starting A Diary Is That I Have No Real Friend.