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“There was an old abbot in one temple and he said something of which I think often and it was this, that when men destroy their old gods they will find new ones to take their place.”

Quote by Pearl S. Buck

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Pearl S. Buck was a prominent American writer born on June 26, 1892, and died on March 6, 1973. She is celebrated for her works that delve into Chinese culture and life, earning her the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1932 for her novel 'The Good Earth'. more

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