Quote#God & Faith
I could not find the way to God
Quote byArthur Quiller-Couch · 1863–1944
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Poem The White Moth.
English (original)
I could not find the way to God; There were too many flaming suns For signposts, and the fearful road Led over wastes where millions Of tangled comets hissed and burned— I was bewildered and I turned.
— Arthur Quiller-Couch
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