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“We are, all of us, molded and remolded by those who have loved us, and though

that love may pass, we remain none the less ‘their’ work - a work that very likely

they do not recognize, and which is never exactly what they intended.”

—Francois Mauriac, The Desert of Love

To Thine Own Self Be True
and it follows like night follows day
thou cans’t be false to any man
Shakespeare