It 13 ottobre 1759, Denis Diderot Scriver Louise-Henriette detta Sophie Volland: "With I feel you, I love, I listen, I watch, I stroke. I have a sort of life I prefer to any other. If you squeeze me in your arms, I enjoy a happiness beyond which I do not understand the point. Four years ago you seemed fine, now I find you more beautiful. It's the magic of perseverance, the hardest and rarest of our virtues. " feel, love, listen, watch, smothered, to be tight in her arms: everyone was Louise-Henriette Denis (and you know who he was), for those who read these words, Sophie, as modestly as talkative, is an allegory of life, when it becomes wise. The
is beautiful, when you know it. Find even more beautiful, year after year and when the years are beginning to grow on their own and, with them, the clear perception that out of the past now become the enemy no longer if not for the morbid desire to quickly reach a non- -time, find it even more beautiful, as Sophie's life, is the result of a virtue: perseverance. The constancy of life.
The cycle time is propitious to the vote. And here is the hope that Apollonius to his players and himself two constants: the strong virtues that nourish you to silence the desire to indulge in no-time. And still find beautiful, even more beautiful, Sophie, life.
is beautiful, when you know it. Find even more beautiful, year after year and when the years are beginning to grow on their own and, with them, the clear perception that out of the past now become the enemy no longer if not for the morbid desire to quickly reach a non- -time, find it even more beautiful, as Sophie's life, is the result of a virtue: perseverance. The constancy of life.
The cycle time is propitious to the vote. And here is the hope that Apollonius to his players and himself two constants: the strong virtues that nourish you to silence the desire to indulge in no-time. And still find beautiful, even more beautiful, Sophie, life.
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