In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. — Andre Maurois
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In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others.

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