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?

We are divorced, North from South, because we have hated each other so. If we could only separate politely, and not have a horrid fight for divorce.

A freshet in the autumn does not compensate for a drought in the spring.

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?

I will laugh at the laughable while I breathe

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

I do not allow myself vain regrets or foreboding.