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By Balzac Submitted by B.K. Date: 2008 Mar 11 Comment on this Work [[2008.03.11.21.31.4998]] |
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Love is like some fresh spring, first a stream and then a river, changing its aspect and its nature as it flows to plunge itself in some boundless ocean, where restricted natures only find monotony, but where great souls are engulfed in endless contemplation. Honoré De Balzac (1799–1850), French novelist. |