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“Ah, it is a strange thing - Love's little fingers on the heart, making tenderness out of bitterness and changing weakness into strength! When once a woman's eyes, with understanding love, have looked into the very depths of a man's soul, he need seek no farther for the Philosopher's Stone. As if by magic, the love of the many comes with the love of one. One flash of the love-light makes the whole world new, one chord of Love's music changes all sound to song, and one touch of Love's hand so glorifies the earth that it needs no other alchemy to make it truly gold.”

Quote by Myrtle Reed

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Later Love Letters of a Musician

This book compiles a series of letters that delve into the personal and emotional experiences of a musician. The letters offer a glimpse into the complexities of love, life, and the creative process, providing a unique perspective on the musician's inner world. more

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Myrtle Reed
Myrtle Reed

Myrtle Reed was an American author born on September 27, 1874, and passed away on August 17, 1911. She is known for her unique writing style and her vivid portrayals of Southern life in the United States. more

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