Nothing is sweet, but bitter all.
Of woe the world is made.
Our thoughts, a bed of naked thorns;
In us a sombre shade.
By: Sri Chinmoy
From: My First Friendship with the Muse
Nothing is sweet, but bitter all.
Of woe the world is made.
Our thoughts, a bed of naked thorns;
In us a sombre shade.
By: Sri Chinmoy
From: My First Friendship with the Muse