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Danh ngôn của Sara Teasdale (Sứ mệnh: 7)

Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children's faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.
Life is but thought.
When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange - my youth.
Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation.
Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad; his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.