The path of sorrow and that path alone, leads to a land where sorrow is unknown. – William Cowper
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm. – William Cowper
The path of sorrow and that path alone, leads to a land where sorrow is unknown. – William Cowper
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm. – William Cowper
I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum? – William Cowper
The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change, And pleased with novelty, might be indulged. – William Cowper
Our religion is itself profoundly sad – a religion of universal anguish, and one which, because of its very catholicity, grants full liberty to the individual and asks no better than to be celebrated in each mans own language – so long as he knows anguish and is a painter. – Charles Baudelaire