Ah but in time the heat of noontide passes and to it there succeed nightfall and dusk with a return to the quiet fold where for the weary an the heavyladen there waits sleep sweet sleep.
Ivan Turgenev
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A withered maple leaf has left its branch and is falling to the ground its movements resemble those of a butterfly in flight. Isnt it strange The saddest and deadest of things is yet so like the gayest and most vital of creatures
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To desire and expect nothing for oneself and to have profound sympathy for others is genuine holiness.
- Ivan Turgenev