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