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.
Elizabeth Cady StantonAbout author
- Author's profession: Activist
- Nationality: american
- Born: November 12, 1815
- Died: October 26, 1902