Only Love Makes Fruitful The Soul.

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The Value Of A Sentiment Is The Amount Of Sacrifice You Are Prepared To Make For It.

It Was Such A Spring Day As Breathes Into A Man An Ineffable Yearning, A Painful Sweetness, A Longing That Makes Him Stand Motionless, Looking At The Leaves Or Grass, And Fling Out His Arms To Embrace He Knows Not What.

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Only Love Makes Fruitful The Soul.