When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.


November, 1933 - Diary entries (1914 - 1974)


When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.

When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.

When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.

When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.