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The Truth That Seems Discouraging Does In Reality Only Transform The Courage Of Those Strong Enough To Accept It; And, In Any Event, A Truth That Disheartens, Because It Is True, Is Still Of Far More Value Than The Most Stimulating Of Falsehoods.

-Maurice Maeterlinck

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The Truth That Seems

Maurice Maeterlinck

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The Truth That Seems Discouraging Does In Reality Only Transform The Courage Of Those Strong Enough To Accept It; And, In Any Event, A Truth That Disheartens, Because It Is True, Is Still Of Far More Value Than The Most Stimulating Of Falsehoods.

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