To think there are men who dare so defile a church, a sacred sanctuary dedicated to God. We have to hold up our skirts and walk tiptoe, so covered is the floor, the aisle and pews, with the dark shower of tobacco juice.

The weight that hangs upon our eyelids - is of lead.

Forgiveness is indifference. Forgiveness is impossible while love lasts.

I do not write often now - not for want of something to say, but from a loathing of all I see and hear. Why dwell upon it?

Is the sea drying up? It is going up into mist and coming down on us in this water spout, the rain. It raineth every day, and the weather represents our tearful despair on a large scale.

Peace, comfort, quiet, happiness, I have found away from home. Only your own family, those nearest and dearest, can hurt you.

She died praying that she might die.