I Have Never Written A Word That

I Shuddered To Think How Completely The Insane Were In The Power Of Their Keepers, And How One Could Weep And Plead For Release, And All Of No Avail, If The Keepers Were So Minded.

I Always Had A Desire To Know Asylum Life More Thoroughly - A Desire To Be Convinced That The Most Helpless Of God's Creatures, The Insane, Were Cared For Kindly And Properly.

I Have Watched Patients Stand And Gaze Longingly Toward The City They In All Likelihood Will Never Enter Again. It Means Liberty And Life; It Seems So Near, And Yet Heaven Is Not Further From Hell

I Had, Toward The Last, Been Shut Off From All Visitors, And So When The Lawyer, Peter A. Hendricks, Came And Told Me That Friends Of Mine Were Willing To Take Charge Of Me If I Would Rather Be With Them Than In The Asylum, I Was Only Too Glad To Give My Consent

Accept Praise For Its Worth - Politeness. Be Brutally Frank With Yourself. It's Safer.