God, you are my refuge into eternity.
Stand up for what you believe in even if you are standing alone.
How can we expect righteousness to prevail when there is hardly anyone willing to give himself up individually to a righteous cause. Such a fine, sunny day, and I have to go, but what does my death matter, if through us, thousands of people are awakened and stirred to action?
I will cling to the rope God has thrown me in Jesus Christ, even when my numb hands can no longer feel it.
One must have a tough mind, and a soft heart.
Laws change. Conscience doesn’t.
The sun still shines.
Somebody, after all, had to make a start. What we wrote and said is also believed by many others. They just don’t dare express themselves as we did.
I am, now as before, of the opinion that I did the best that I could do for my nation. I therefore do not regret my conduct and will bear the consequences that result from my conduct.
I can’t be overwhelmingly happy. I’m never free for a moment day and night from the uncertainty in which we live these days, which excludes any carefree plans for tomorrow and casts a shadow over all the days to come.
How can we expect fate to let a righteous cause prevail when there is hardly anyone who will give himself up undividedly to a righteous cause?
And I could weep at how mean people are and how they betray their fellow creatures, perhaps for the sake of personal advantage. It is enough to make a person lose heart sometimes. I often wish I lived on a Robinson Crusoe island.
I know that life is a doorway to eternity, and yet my heart so often gets lost in petty anxieties. It forgets the great way home that lies before it.
An end in terror is preferable to terror without end.
Who would have thought it possible that a tiny flower could preoccupy a person so completely that there simply wasn’t room for any other thought...
It is such a splendid sunny day and I have to go.