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To Love Is The Half Of To Believe.

It Is Not So Easy To Keep Silent When The Silence Is A Lie.

You Who Suffer Because You Love, Love Still More. To Die Of Love, Is To Live By It.

Let Us Say It Now: To Be Blind And To Be Loved, Is Indeed, Upon This Earth Where Nothing Is Complete, One Of The Most Strangely Exquisite Forms Of Happiness.

It Is The Peculiarity Of Grief To Bring Out The Childish Side Of Man.