Diary · 1944
I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart.
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- The aim and final end of all music should be none other than the glory of God and the refreshment of the soul.
- In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.
- Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all.