Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray.
Jean PaulI have made as much out of myself as could be made of the stuff, and no man should require more.
Jean PaulSorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray.
Jean PaulI have made as much out of myself as could be made of the stuff, and no man should require more.
Jean Paul