I Have Never Written A Word That

Never Having Failed, I Could Not Picture What Failure Meant.

In Our Short Walks We Passed The Kitchen Where Food Was Prepared For The Nurses And Doctors. There We Got Glimpses Of Melons And Grapes And All Kinds Of Fruits, Beautiful White Bread And Nice Meats, And The Hungry Feeling Would Be Increased Tenfold.

On The Wagon Sped, And I, As Well As My Comrades, Gave A Despairing Farewell Glance At Freedom As We Came In Sight Of The Long Stone Buildings.

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

How Can A Doctor Judge A Woman's Sanity By Merely Bidding Her Good Morning And Refusing To Hear Her Pleas For Release? Even The Sick Ones Know It Is Useless To Say Anything, For The Answer Will Be That It Is Their Imagination.