Art thou angry with him whose arm-pits stink? art thou angry with him whose mouth smells foul? What good will this anger do thee? Book V
We can understand one another, but each of us can only interpret himself. Demian
All sorrows are less with bread. Don Quixote
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. Great Expectations
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