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…because all happiness is contagious, and disarms the spirit of hatred.

Irène Némirovsky
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How tolerable misfortunes appear when they affect only other people! How strong the human body seems when it's another man's flesh that bleeds! How easy it is to look death in the face when it's another man's turn!
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