The weight that hangs upon our eyelids - is of lead.
Mary Boykin Chesnut
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.
I think this journal will be disadvantageous for me, for I spend my time now like a spider spinning my own entrails.
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 anything worth it?
I am always on the women's side.
I will laugh at the laughable while I breathe.
Oh, if I could put some of my reckless spirit into these discreet cautious lazy men!
Forgiveness is indifference. Forgiveness is impossible while love lasts.
