A chill in the air on a hot summer night a glimpse of the sun on a cold winters day Mother nature at play.

I&#39;m leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it&#39;s not raining.

The Worth of a country is whatever they have to contribute to the world in general but to those who make such contribution are the citizens

What those years said of themselves was that they were the most joyous of years, and anyone who failed to rejoice was immediately suspected of lamenting the victory of the working class or |what was equally sinful| giving way individualistically to inner sorrows.

Written By Milan Kundera

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