When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
All mothers are rich when they love their children. There are no poor mothers, no ugly ones, no old ones. Their love is always the most beautiful of joys.
There is no soul that does not respond to love, for the soul of man is a guest that has gone hungry these centuries back.
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