"The reader will regret to learn that soon after my return to civilization I had another bout with insanity (if to melancholia and a sense of insufferable oppression that cruel term must be applied)."

"It always seems like that—either working and not speaking to anyone and afraid each day you will get out of it and living like a damned monk for it—then a fine time after it’s done then hellish depression until you get into it again. My father went in for shooting himself and leaving a family and etc. on my handsto support.… If you ever hear I’m dead don’t believe a word of it as will turn up in blackface having changed name or something to get rid of economic pressure."

"Dear, dear! How queer every thing is to-day! And yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But If I'm not the same, the next question is, Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle!"