“He who has not spent hours, days, or years with someone he loves cannot know what happiness is, for he is unable to imagine a protracted miracle like this - one which makes out of ordinary sights and events the most enchanted existence.”

— André Maurois

Un Art de Vivre (The Art of Living) (1939), The Art of Happiness

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French writer 1885–1967

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