“Old hands soil, it seems, whatever they caress, but they too have their beauty when they are joined in prayer. Young hands were made for caresses and the sheathing of love. It is a pity to make them join too soon.”

—  André Gide

Entry for January 21, 1929
Journals 1889-1949

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French novelist and essayist 1869–1951

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