I have grown happier with every year of life as though gradually conquering something in myself, for certainly my miseries were not made by others but were a part of my own mind.
- W. B. Yeats
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Ever so often you are struck by something beautiful, and the immediate impulse is to share it with a loved one. But the circle of beauty has a majesty that refuses to be contained within your tiny set of special people. And then you realise that to love is to widen your circle and to deepen your spirit, that beauty is common currency in all kingdoms of the heart.
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