Never Having Failed, I Could Not Picture

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!

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

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.