The higher we rise, the more isolated we become; all elevations are cold.
Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume. - Stanislas De Boufflers
Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume.
- Stanislas De Boufflers
To reason about love is to lose reason. - Stanislas De Boufflers
To reason about love is to lose reason.
The higher we rise, the more isolated we become; all elevations are cold. - Stanislas De Boufflers
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