"A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man."
"There is nothing--no, nothing--innocent or good, that dies and is forgotten; let us hold to that faith or none. An infant, a prattling child, dying in the cradle, will live again in the better thoughts of those that loved it, and play its part through them in the redeeming actions of the world, though its body be burnt to ashes or drowned in the deep sea."
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Source: Charles Dickens (1841). “The Old Curiosity Shop”, p.102, B Times
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