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If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o' mine O mother o' mine!

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Heaven grant us patience with a man in love.

He travels the fastest who travels alone.

The first condition of understanding a foreign country is to smell it.

God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.

Love is when two people know everything about each other and are still friends.

I love to travel, but hate to arrive.

In my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind.

Being a mother is an attitude, not a biological relation.