"Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes". Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Phrase of the day August 17th 2010
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