Men are simpler than you imagine my sweet child. But what goes on in the twisted, tortuous minds of women would baffle anyone.

It wouldn't make for sanity would it, living with the devil.

I had build up false pictures in my mind and sat before them. I had never had the courage to demand the truth.

A bad workman blames his tools.

He stole horses' you'll say to yourself, 'and he didn't care for women; and but for my pride I'd have been with him now.

I could not ask forgiveness for something I had not done. As scapegoat, I could only bear the fault.

I wondered why it was that places are so much lovelier when one is alone.