We were caught in a vicious circle of unpleasantness and sorrow. Not a very happy period for either us, but at leasst it's coming to an end.

I could spend hours telling you about the suffering the war has brought, but I'd only make myself more miserable.

No one must know that my heart and mind are constantly at war with each other.

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.

Where there's hope, there's life. It fills us with fresh courage and makes us strong again.

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!

I don't believe the war is simply the work of politicians and capitalists. Oh no, the common man is every bit as guilty; otherwise, people and nations would have rebelled long ago!