Rest is not idleness and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day listening to the murmur of the water or watching the clouds float across the sky is by no means a waste of time.
He who loves flies runs and rejoices he is free and nothing holds him back.
Exactitude is not truth.
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There is no reciprocity. Men love women. Women love children. Children...
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The very essence of romance is uncertainty.