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of the Night
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    Few things help an individual more than to place responsibility upon him and to let him know that you trust him.
    â€” B OOKER T . W ASHINGTON
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    Do not free a camel of the burden of his hump; you may be freeing him from being a camel.
    â€” G . K . C HESTERTON
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    No matter what accomplishments you achieve, somebody helps you.
    â€” A LTHEA G IBSON
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    Do not commit the error, common among the young, of assuming that if you cannot save the whole of mankind you have failed.
    â€” J AN DE H ARTOG
    The Lamb’s War
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    If you can’t feed a hundred people, then feed just one.
    â€” M OTHER T ERESA OF C ALCUTTA
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    From what we get, we can make a living; what we give, however, makes a life.
    â€” A RTHUR A SHE
    Days of Grace
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    No person was ever honored for what he received. Honor has been the reward for what he gave.
    â€” C ALVIN C OOLIDGE
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    The dead take to the grave, clutched in their hands, only what they have given away.
    â€” D E W ITT W ALLACE
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    The only things we ever keep are what we give away.
    â€” L OUIS G INSBERG
    The Everlasting Minute and Other Lyrics
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    The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose.
    â€” H ADA B EJAR
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    L OVE DOESN’T JUST SIT THERE . . .
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    Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.
    â€” U RSULA K . L E G UIN
    The Lathe of Heaven
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    In our life there is a single color, as on an artist’s palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.
    â€” M ARC C HAGALL
    Chagall
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    True love begins when nothing is looked for in return.
    â€” A NTOINE DE S AINT- E XUPÉRY
    The Wisdom of the Sands
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    At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
    â€” P LATO
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    This is the true measure of love: when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will ever love in the same way after us.
    â€” J OHANN W OLFGANG VON G OETHE
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    Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
    â€” A NTOINE DE S AINT- E XUPÉRY
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    In the coldest February, as in every other month in every other year, the best thing to hold on to in this world is each other.
    â€” L INDA E LLERBEE
    Move On: Adventures in the Real World
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    Only discretion allows intimacy, which depends on shared reticence, on what is not said—unsolvable things that would leave the other person ill at ease.
    â€” H ECTOR B IANCIOTTI
    Sans La Misericorde Du Christ
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    We don’t believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack.
    â€” M ARIE VON E BNER- E SCHENBACH
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    As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
    â€” W ILLIAM S HAKESPEARE
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    I kissed my first woman and smoked my first cigarette on the same day. I have never had time for tobacco since.
    â€” A RTURO T OSCANINI
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    All our loves are first loves.
    â€” S USAN F ROMBERG
    Schaeffer, Mainland
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    Two things only a man cannot hide: that he is drunk and that he is in love.
    â€” A NTIPHANES
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    Is it not strange that love, so fickle, is ranked above friendship, almost always so worthy?
    â€” G ABRIELLE R OY
    La Detresse et L’enchantement
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    Love is a game that two can play and both win.
    â€” E VA G ABOR
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    The giving of love is an education in itself.
    â€” E LEANOR R OOSEVELT
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    We English have sex on the brain, which is not the most satisfactory place for it.
    â€” M ALCOLM M UGGERIDGE
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The Observer
(London)
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    So many catastrophes in love are only accidents of egotism.
    â€” H ECTOR B IANCIOTTI
    Sans La Misericorde Du Christ
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    Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.
    â€” K ATHARINE H EPBURN
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    You can’t put a price tag on