ACCEPT PRAISE FOR ITS WORTH - POLITENESS. BE BRUTALLY FRANK WITH YOURSELF. IT'S SAFER.

I have never written a word that did not come from my heart. I never shall.

I took upon myself to enact the part of a poor, unfortunate crazy girl, and felt it my duty not to shirk any of the disagreeable results that should follow.

On the wagon sped, and I, as well as my comrades, gave a despairing farewell glance at freedom as we came in sight of the long stone buildings.

ENERGY RIGHTLY APPLIED CAN ACCOMPLISH ANYTHING.

I always made a point of telling the doctors I was sane, and asking to be released, but the more I endeavored to assure them of my sanity, the more they doubted it

'VERY WELL,' I SAID ANGRILY, 'START THE MAN, AND I'LL START THE SAME DAY FOR SOME OTHER NEWSPAPER AND BEAT HIM.'

The insane asylum on Blackwell’s Island is a human rat-trap. It is easy to get in, but once there it is impossible to get out.

COULD I PASS A WEEK IN THE INSANE WARD AT BLACKWELL'S ISLAND? I SAID I COULD AND I WOULD. AND I DID.

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.

It is only after one is in trouble that one realizes how little sympathy and kindness there are in the world.

I want to take ye to bed. In my bed. And I mean to spend the rest of the day thinking what to do wit ye once I got ye there. So wee Archie can just go and play at marbles with his bollucks, aye?

sometimes the little words we put down are signs of the greater ones inside".

I'm frank brutally frank. And even when I'm not frank I look frank.

And when the time is right, I hope that African Americans will again look to the party of emancipation, civil liberty, and individual freedom.

The highest form of worship is the worship of unselfish Christian service.

I had many enemies among the Sioux; I would be running considerable risk in meeting them.

I don't do rewrites. I put all the pages in a pile next to the typewriter.

First he wrought, and afterwards he taught.

An artist is like a woman who can do nothing but love, and who succumbs to every stray male jackass.

How can you ever hope to know the Beloved Without becoming in every cell the Lover?