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Drink is too often the refuge of the masculine, and a rich husband the refuge of the feminine, broken heart.
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Extreme youth thinks the world is a toyshop—where anything may be had for the asking; old age regards it as a museum—where nothing may be touched.
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No heart, under repeated temperings, can remain forever keen. And
As a little body sometimes has a very big pain; so an aching heart wonders that it can bear so much. And
What takes place in the quiet deeps of a troubled heart, who shall know?
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The way to the heart is not through the head: