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It's never too late to be what you might have been.

"I do not wish to treat friendships daintily, but with roughest courage. When they are real, they are not glass threads or frostwork, but the solidest thing we know."

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, / But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved, / I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

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