Blog: Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Laugh, and the world laughs with you; / Weep, and you weep alone; / For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, / But has trouble enough of its own. – Ella Wheeler Wilcox, “Solitude”

I think I never spent so sad an hour, / Dear Friend, as that one at the Church tonight!
– Ella Wheeler Wilcox, “Nothing But Stones”