She had not come to God with her wreath or with her sins and sorrows, not as long as the world still… — Sigrid Undset
She had not come to God with her wreath or with her sins and sorrows, not as long as the world still possessed a drop of sweetness to add to her goblet. But now she had come, after she had learned that the world is like an alehouse: the person who has no more to spend is thrown outside the door.
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