But I now entered on my fifteenth year - a sad epoch in the life of a slave girl. My master began to whisper foul words in my ear. Young as I was I could not remain ignorant of their import.
The beautiful spring came and when Nature resumes her loveliness the human...
I had never felt so lonely and so sad in my entire life.
Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature the heart of a heartless world and the soul of soulless conditions. It is the opium of the people.
