There is a solitude, which each and every one of us has always carried with him, more inaccessible than the ice-cold mountains, more profound than the midnight sea; the solitude of self. Our inner being, which we call ourself, no eye nor touch of man or angel has ever pierced.


The Elizabeth Cady Stanton-Susan B. Anthony reader: correspondence, writings, speeches (ed. Northeastern Univ Pr, 1992)


There is a solitude, which each and every one of us has always carried with him, more inaccessible than the ice-cold mountains, more profound than...

There is a solitude, which each and every one of us has always carried with him, more inaccessible than the ice-cold mountains, more profound than...

There is a solitude, which each and every one of us has always carried with him, more inaccessible than the ice-cold mountains, more profound than...

There is a solitude, which each and every one of us has always carried with him, more inaccessible than the ice-cold mountains, more profound than...