I shuddered to think how completely the insane were in the power of their keepers, and how one could weep and plead for release, and all of no avail... →
Nellie Bly
If you would have me weep, you must first of all feel grief yourself.
Horace
I do not weep at the world I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.
Zora Neale Hurston