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“What was my body to me? A kind of flunkey in my service. Let but my anger wax hot, my love grow exalted, my hatred collect in me, and that boasted solidarity between me and my body was gone.”

Quote by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

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Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Antoine de Saint-Exupery was a French writer, poet, and aviator, renowned for his novella 'The Little Prince,' which has been translated into over 300 languages and remains one of the most beloved books worldwide. During World War II, he served as a pilot in the French Air Force, and his mysterious disappearance over the Mediterranean Sea in 1944 remains unsolved. more

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