Where There Is Hope...there Is Life

Not Being Able To Go Outside Upsets Me More Than I Can Say, And I’m Terrified Our Hiding Place Will Be Discovered And That We’ll Be Shot.

He Clings To His Solitude, To His Affected Indifference And His Grown-up Ways, But It's Just An Act, So As Never, Never To Show His Real Feelings.

In The Long Run, The Sharpest Weapon Of All Is A Kind And Gentle Spirit.

Why Should Some People Have Such A Hard Time During Their Few Years On This Earth?

I Want Friends, Not Admirers. People Who Respect Me For My Character And My Deeds, Not My Flattering Smile. The Circle Around Me Would Be Much Smaller, But What Does That Matter, As Long As They're Sincere?