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“The wise old fairy tales never were so silly as to say that the prince and the princess lived peacefully ever afterwards. The fairy tales said that the prince and princess lived happily ever afterwards; and so they did. They lived happily, although it is very likely that from time to time they threw the furniture at each other.”

Quote by Gilbert K. Chesterton

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Gilbert K. Chesterton
Gilbert K. Chesterton

Gilbert K. Chesterton was an English writer, critic, and theologian, born on May 29, 1874, and died on June 14, 1936. Known for his unique literary style and profound philosophical thinking, Chesterton's works spanned a variety of genres, including novels, poetry, drama, and criticism. more

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