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If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.
Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.
Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another.
Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.