"There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.”
Jane Austen, 'Northanger Abbey'
Jane Austen, 'Northanger Abbey'
".....We should be careful of each other, we should be kind, while there is still time." Philip Larkin
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