If The Truth Is Told,

Memories Mean More To Me Than Dresses.

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 Can Shake Off Everything As I Write; My Sorrows Disappear, My Courage Is Reborn.

Riches, Power And Fame Last Only For A Few Years! Why Do People Cling So Desperately To These Transitory Things? Why Can't People Who Have More Than They Need For Themselves Give That Surplus To Their Fellow Citizens? Why Should Some People Have Such A Hard Time During Their Few Years On This Earth?

Even When I Was Older, I Couldn't Stop Asking Questions.