Nothing is permanent in this wicked world - not even our troubles.
Marriage, for a woman at least, hampers the two things that made life to me glorious - friendship and learning.
Hope cannot be said to exist, nor can it be said not to exist. It is just like roads across the earth. For actually the earth had no roads to begin with, but when many men pass one way, a road is made.
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