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“Wisdom means multiplying yourself. If you create not one but a hundred of yourself, you will look at things not from one perspective but from a hundred perspectives, you will look at something not once but a hundred times, you will observe something not once but a hundred times!”

Quote by Mehmet Murat Ildan

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Mehmet Murat Ildan
Mehmet Murat Ildan

Mehmet Murat Ildan is a renowned Turkish writer born on May 16, 1965. His works span various literary forms including novels, essays, and poetry, and have gained widespread popularity among readers. more

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