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Nothing Can Match The Treasure Of Common Memories, Of Trials Endured Together, Of Quarrels And Reconciliations And Generous Emotions. It Is Idle, Having Planted An Acorn In The Morning, To Expect That Afternoon To Sit In The Shade Of The Oak.

In Order To Cure A Feeling Of Malaise, You Have To Throw Light On It.

Love, Like A Carefully Loaded Ship, Crosses The Gulf Between The Generations.

The Tender Friendships One Gives Up, On Parting, Leave Their Bite On The Heart, But Also A Curious Feeling Of A Treasure Somewhere Buried.

For True Love Is Inexhaustible; The More You Give, The More You Have. And If You Go To Draw At The True Fountainhead, The More Water You Draw, The More Abundant Is Its Flow.