I Had Never Been Near Insane Persons

It Is Only After One Is In Trouble That One Realizes How Little Sympathy And Kindness There Are In The World.

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.

People In The World Can Never Imagine The Length Of Days To Those In Asylums. They Seemed Never Ending, And We Welcomed Any Event That Might Give Us Something To Think About As Well As Talk Of.

But Here Let Me Say One Thing: From The Moment I Entered The Insane Ward On The Island, I Made No Attempt To Keep Up The Assumed Role Of Insanity.

They Were Being Driven To A Prison, Through No Fault Of Their Own, In All Probability For Life. In Comparison, How Much Easier It Would Be To Walk To The Gallows Than To This Tomb Of Living Horrors!