I Believe In The Sun, Even When

Why Are Millions Spent On The War Each Day, While Not A Penny Is Available For ... Artists Or The Poor? Why Do People Have To Starve When Mountians Of Food Are Rotting Away In Other Parts Of The World? Oh, Why Are People So Crazy?

As Long As This Exists, This Sunshine And This Cloudless Sky, And As Long As I Can Enjoy It, How Can I Be Sad?

An Empty Day, Though Clear And Bright, Is Just As Dark As Any Night.

Bolkenstein, A Minister, Was Speaking On The Dutch Programme From London, And He Said That They Ought To Make A Collection Of Diaries And Letters After The War. Of Course, They All Made A Rush At My Diary Immediately. 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.

Love, What Is Love? I Don't Think You Can Really Put It Into Words. Love Is Understanding Someone, Caring For Him, Sharing His Joys And Sorrows. This Eventually Includes Physical Love. You've Shared Something, Given Something Away And Received Something In Return, Whether Or Not You're Married, Whether Or Not You Have A Baby. Losing Your Virtue Doesn't Matter, As Long As You Know That For As Long As You Live You'll Have Someone At Your Side Who Understands You, And Who Doesn't Have To Be Shared With Anyone Else!