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?

Darkest of all Decembers ever has my life known, Sitting here by the embers, stunned, helpless, alone.

Women--wives and mothers--are the same everywhere.

I am always on the women's side.

I do not allow myself vain regrets or foreboding.

Brutal men with unlimited power are the same all over the world

She died praying that she might die.