I Have Never Written A Word That

I Shuddered To Think How Completely The Insane Were In The Power Of Their Keepers, And How One Could Weep And Plead For Release, And All Of No Avail, If The Keepers Were So Minded.

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

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

I Had Looked Forward So Eagerly To Leaving The Horrible Place, Yet When My Release Came And I Knew That God's Sunlight Was To Be Free For Me Again, There Was A Certain Pain In Leaving

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.