Enter freely and of your own free will!

For now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help sooth me.

Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.

How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men--even if there are monsters in it.

Sleep has no place it can call its own.

I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.

It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.