I think this journal will be disadvantageous for me, for I spend my time now like a spider spinning my own entrails.
— Mary Boykin Chesnut
Oh, if I could put some of my reckless spirit into these discreet cautious lazy men!
Brutal men with unlimited power are the same all over the world.
Is anything worth it?
Forgiveness is indifference. Forgiveness is impossible while love lasts.
The weight that hangs upon our eyelids - is of lead.
I do not allow myself vain regrets or foreboding.
She died praying that she might die.
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.
I am always on the women's side.
