It's really a wonder that I haven't dropped all my ideals because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet, I keep them, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery, and death. I see the world gradually being turned into a wilderness, I hear the ever-approaching thunder, which will destroy us too, I can feel the sufferings of millions and yet, if I look up into the heavens, I think that it will all come right, that this cruelty too will end, and that peace and tranquility will return again.
Anne Frank (1929–1945), German Jewish refugee, diarist. The Diary of a Young Girl, entry for July 15, 1944 (1947, trans. 1952).
On Aug. 4, 1944, a little less than three weeks after writing this entry, Anne and the other occupants of the secret annex in which they had been hiding were arrested by the Nazis and sent to concentration camps in Germany, where they were all killed.