““I work and think all day; and when night comes early dour gloom settles down on my soul....at such hours I am bankrupt in hope or belief. I become convinced I am a creature whom no one could love. Every hateful thought that ever came across my mind creeps out of its lurking place like some slimy hateful thing to which I had given birth. Every error and mistake of my life - and my accursedly good memory retains every one from the earliest dawn of consciousness - comes back to shame me.””
