There is no sorrow under heaven which is, or ought to be, endless. To believe or to make it so, is an insult to Heaven itself.
Ch. 10 - A Woman's Thoughts About Women (1858)
There is no sorrow under heaven which is, or ought to be, endless. To believe or to make it so, is an insult to Heaven itself.
Ch. 10 - A Woman's Thoughts About Women (1858)