Of all our sorrows, memory is the worst.

I am always on the women's side.

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?

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

Of all our sorrows, memory is the worst.

I do not allow myself vain regrets or foreboding.

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