“And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.Quote by William C BryantTopics: Quotes about William C BryantShare on:FacebookPinterestWhatsApp
Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness.#William C Bryant
Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.#William C Bryant
Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness - a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks...#William C Bryant
The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the spring heaven it gazes...#William C Bryant
