What a refuge, to man, is work—or play! Alas!
Women has no refuge. So,
Men cannot suffer long; women do.
A man flies to work, or sport, or to the gaming-table, or to drink. A woman . . . . . .
He who can tell what a woman does in the sorrow of the soul, will tell us much.
Some women, in sorrow of soul, eat out their hearts in silence; other women, in sorrow of soul, will tell us much. Some women, in sorrow of soul, eat out their hearts in silence; other women, in sorrow of soul, eat out the hearts of others, not in silence. But
Take a taciturn woman seriously. For always
A taciturn woman has suffered much:
A taciturn woman is a lonely one. And probably,
It is only women who really know loneliness: