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“At the beginning a man, perhaps, thinks it would be madness to love. He thinks later, perhaps, it was madness to have ever held back. He thinks last that the madness was in ever having thought at all. God is God and there is one God.”

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Book:Aphorisms
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Book:Mistborn: The Final Empire
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