The shadows of our own desires stand between us and our better angels, and thus their brightness is eclipsed.


Barnaby Rudge: A Tale of the Riots of 'Eighty (ed. 1841)


The shadows of our own desires stand between us and our better angels, and thus their brightness is eclipsed.

The shadows of our own desires stand between us and our better angels, and thus their brightness is eclipsed.

The shadows of our own desires stand between us and our better angels, and thus their brightness is eclipsed.

The shadows of our own desires stand between us and our better angels, and thus their brightness is eclipsed.