And finally I twist my heart round again, so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside, and keep on trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be, and could be, if there weren't any other people living in the world.
I simply can't build my hopes on a foundation of confusion, misery and death... I think... peace and tranquillity will return again.
I must uphold my ideals, for perhaps the time will come when I shall be able to carry them out.
I live in a crazy time.
I keep my ideals, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.
I don't think of all the misery but of the beauty that still remains.
How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.
How true Daddy's words were when he said: all children must look after their own upbringing. Parents can only give good advice or put them on the right paths, but the final forming of a person's character lies in their own hands.
Everyone has inside of him a piece of good news. The good news is that you don't know how great you can be! How much you can love! What you can accomplish! And what your potential is!
Boys will be boys. And even that wouldn't matter if only we could prevent girls from being girls.
I soothe my conscience now with the thought that it is better for hard words to be on paper than that Mummy should carry them in her heart.
It's really a wonder that I haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.
Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart.
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.
Whoever is happy will make others happy too.