Best 6 quotes of Kenneth Rand on MyQuotes

Ah, love, 'tis a sorrowful land!

God is a creed outworn, Ill-wrought from a mirage fair, And life is an image pale That faces a sunless morn.

Let me leap naked through life's testing flame, And bear to lose, and yet endure to win.

Love is a jeering mime.

Oh, the morrow of pain and dole Is naught while the sunlight lingers.

The beauty that men seek is half a dream-- Where'er we wander, yet it lies afar; It touches with its wand a setting star, It stirs the ripple of an ebbing stream. And though we run beyond the dawning gleam, Or kneel to worship at an altar bright, We may not know the soul of its delight, Or more than marvel at its palest beam.