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Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

- Jean Paul
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The miracle on earth are the laws of heaven.

Kata-kata yang diucapkan seorang ayah kepada anak-anaknya dalam privasi rumah tidak didengar oleh dunia, tetapi, seperti di galeri bisikan, kata-kata itu terdengar jelas di bagian akhir, dan oleh anak cucu.

Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account?

Dalam diri wanita, segala sesuatu adalah hati, termasuk kepalanya.

Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account?

Every friend is to the other a sun, and a sunflower also. He attracts and follows.

Anda tidak belajar berpikir dalam kerangka aturan untuk berpikir, tetapi lebih untuk berpikir.

Like a morning dream, life becomes more and more bright the longer we live, and the reason of everything appears more clear. What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.

A man never discloses his own character so clearly as when he describes anothers.

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Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.