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The Best Remedy For Those Who Are Afraid, Lonely Or Unhappy Is To Go Outside, Somewhere Where They Can Be Quiet, Alone With The Heavens, Nature And God. Because Only Then Does One Feel That All Is As It Should Be And That God Wishes To See People Happy, Amidst The Simple Beauty Of Nature. As Long As This Exists, And It Certainly Always Will, I Know That Then There Will Always Be Comfort For Every Sorrow, Whatever The Circumstances May Be. And I Firmly Believe That Nature Brings Solace In All Troubles.

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The Best Remedy For Those Who Are Afraid, Lonely Or Unhappy Is To Go Outside, Somewhere Where They Can Be Quiet, Alone With The Heavens, Nature And God. Because Only Then Does One Feel That All Is As It Should Be And That God Wishes To See People Happy, Amidst The Simple Beauty Of Nature. As Long As This Exists, And It Certainly Always Will, I Know That Then There Will Always Be Comfort For Every Sorrow, Whatever The Circumstances May Be. And I Firmly Believe That Nature Brings Solace In All Troubles.

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Asking Questions

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Searching For Happiness

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Finding Yourself

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Parents Can Only Advise Their Children Or Point Them In The Right Direction. Ultimately People Shape Their Own Characters.

What's Done Can't Be Undone, But At Least You Can Keep It From Happening Again.

Where There's Hope, There's Life. It Fills Us With Fresh Courage And Makes Us Strong Again.

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.

Sympathy, Love, Fortune... We All Have These Qualities But Still Tend To Not Use Them!

The Young Are Not Afraid Of Telling The Truth.

Telling The Truth

Riches Can All Be Lost, But That Happiness In Your Own Heart Can Only Be Veiled, And It Will Bring You Happiness Again, As Long As You Live.

Misfortunes Never Come Singly.

Don't Be Too Assuming, It Doesn't Get You Anywhere.

I Never Utter My Real Feelings About Anything. My Lighter, Superficial Side Will Always Be Too Quick For The Deeper Side Of Me, And That's Why It Always Wins.

I Had An Occasional Flash Of Understanding, But Then Got Selfishly Wrapped Up Again In My Own Problems And Pleasures.

If The Truth Is Told, Things Are Just As Bad As You Yourself Care To Make Them.

In The Future I'm Going To Devote Less Time To Sentimentality And More Time To Reality.

I Don't Think Of All The Misery But Of The Beauty That Still Remains.

I Believe That In The Course Of The Next Century The Notion That It's A Woman's Duty To Have Children Will Change And Make Way For The Respect And Admiration Of All Women, Who Bear Their Burdens Without Complaint Or A Lot Of Pompous Words!

Older People Have Formed Their Opinions About Everything, And Don't Waver Before They Act. It's Twice As Hard For Us Young Ones To Hold Our Ground, And Maintain Our Opinions, In A Time When All Ideals Are Being Shattered And Destroyed, When People Are Showing Their Worst Side, And Do Not Know Whether To Believe In Truth And Right And God.

Ordinary People Simply Don't Know What Books Mean To Us, Shut Up Here. Reading, Learning, And The Radio Are Our Amusements.

By Thinking, Nobody Can Ever Get Worse But Will Only Get Better.

Whoever Doesn't Know It Must Learn And Find By Experience That A Quiet Conscience Makes One Strong.

But I Won't Bore You Any Longer On The Subject Of Old Men. It Won't Make Things Any Better And All My Plans Of Revenge (such As Disconnecting The Lamp, Shutting The Door, Hiding His Clothes) Must Be Abandoned In Order To Keep The Peace. Oh, I'm Becoming So Sensible!

Just Imagine How Interesting It Would Be If I Were To Publish A Romance Of The "secret Annexe." The Title Alone Would Be Enough To Make People Think It Was A Detective Story.

Deep Down I Know I Could Never Be That Innocent Again, However Much I'd Like To Be.

I Want To Go On Living Even After My Death! And Therefore I Am Grateful To God For This Gift, This Possibility Of Developing Myself And Of Writing, Of Expressing All That Is In Me. I Can Shake Off Everything If I Write; My Sorrows Disappear; My Courage Is Reborn. But, And That Is The Great Question, Will I Ever Be Able To Write Anything Great, Will I Ever Become A Journalist Or A Writer?

What A Wonderful Thought It Is That Some Of The Best Days Of Our Lives Haven't Even Happened Yet.

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