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“Quien es más fuerte: ¿el que perdona o el que busca venganza? Quien es más feliz: ¿el que puede dar o el que necesita recibir? Quien es más honesto: ¿el que dice ser santo o el que admite ser pecador? Quien es más inteligente: ¿el que habla sin pensar o el que piensa sin hablar?”

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Book:Eleuteria - Eres Libre
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