Deep Down I Know I

I Believe In The Sun, Even When It Rains.

In The Book Soldiers On The Home Front, I Was Greatly Struck By The Fact That In Childbirth Alone, Women Commonly Suffer More Pain, Illness And Misery Than Any War Hero Ever Does. An What's Her Reward For Enduring All That Pain? She Gets Pushed Aside When She's Disfigured By Birth, Her Children Soon Leave, Hear Beauty Is Gone. Women, Who Struggle And Suffer Pain To Ensure The Continuation Of The Human Race, Make Much Tougher And More Courageous Soldiers Than All Those Big-mouthed Freedom-fighting Heroes Put Together.

Earning Happiness Means Doing Good And Working, Not Speculating And Being Lazy. Laziness May Look Inviting, But Only Work Gives You True Satisfaction.

This Is A Photograph Of Me As I Wish I Looked All The Time. Then I Might Have A Chance Of Getting In Hollywood.

The Question Is Very Understandable, But No One Has Found A Satisfactory Answer To It So Far. Yes, Why Do They Make Still More Gigantic Planes, Still Heavier Bombs And, At The Same Time, Prefabricated Houses For Reconstruction? Why Should Millions Be Spent Daily On The War And Yet There's Not A Penny Available For Medical Services, Artists, Or For Poor People? Why Do Some People Have To Starve, While There Are Surpluses Rotting In Other Parts Of The World? Oh, Why Are People So Crazy?