How Lovely To Think That

Don't Condemn Me, Remember Rather That Sometimes I, Too, Can Reach The Bursting Point.

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 Simply Can't Build My Hopes On A Foundation Of Confusion, Misery And Death... I Think... Peace And Tranquillity Will Return Again.

Then I Fall Asleep With A Stupid Feeling Of Wishing To Be Different From What I Am Or From What I Want To Be; Perhaps To Behave Differently From The Way I Want To Behave Or Do Behave.

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!