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Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
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If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.
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Perplexity is the beginning of knowledge.
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Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
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A little knowledge that acts is worth infinitely more than much knowledge that is idle.
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You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
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Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.