She died praying that she might die.

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

I am always on the women's side.

Of all our sorrows, memory is the worst.

I do not allow myself vain regrets or foreboding.

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

Richmond has fallen - and I have no heart to write about it... They are too many for us. Everything lost in Richmond, even our archives. Blue-black is our horizon.