Young man, young man, your arm's too short to box with God.
Young man, young man, your arm's too short to box with God.
When we arrived in London, my sadness at leaving Paris was turned into despair. After my long stay in the French capital, huge, ponderous, massive London seemed to me as ugly a thing as man could contrive to make.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
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