I Always Had A Desire To Know

I Have Never Written A Word That Did Not Come From My Heart. I Never Shall.

I Have Watched Patients Stand And Gaze Longingly Toward The City They In All Likelihood Will Never Enter Again. It Means Liberty And Life; It Seems So Near, And Yet Heaven Is Not Further From Hell

I Was Too Impatient To Work At The Usual Duties Assigned Women On Newspapers.

What A Mysterious Thing Madness Is. I Have Watched Patients Whose Lips Are Forever Sealed In A Perpetual Silence. They Live, Breathe, Eat; The Human Form Is There, But That Something, Which The Body Can Live Without, But Which Cannot Exist Without The Body, Was Missing.

Could I Pass A Week In The Insane Ward At Blackwell's Island? I Said I Could And I Would. And I Did.