For the happy man prayer is only a jumble of words, until the day when sorrow comes to explain to him the sublime language by means of which he speaks to God.
Alexander DumasAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist
- Nationality: french
- Born: July 24, 1802
- Died: December 5, 1870
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