I look upon life as a gift from God. I did nothing to earn it. Now that the time is coming to give it back, I have no right to complain.
Joyce CaryWhere can one find a profounder desolation than in the poor child who has lost its mother?
Joyce CaryI look upon life as a gift from God. I did nothing to earn it. Now that the time is coming to give it back, I have no right to complain.
Joyce CaryWhere can one find a profounder desolation than in the poor child who has lost its mother?
Joyce Cary