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<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd">
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<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">
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<head>
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<title>blockquote background-color</title>
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<style type="text/css">
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blockquote {
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float: left;
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width: 400px;
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margin: 2 2 2 2;
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padding: 1px;
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color: #898;
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background-color: blue;
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font-family: Times, serif;
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font-size: 16px;
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font-style: italic;
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border-top: 2px solid #857;
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border-bottom: 2px solid #589;
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}
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blockquote p {
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margin: 2;
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padding: 2;
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text-align: left;
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line-height: 2px;
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}
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</style>
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</head>
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<body>
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<p>Perfect love is rare indeed - for to be a lover<br>
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will require that you continually have the subtlety<br>
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of the very wise, the flexibility of the child,<br>
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the sensitivity of the artist,<br>
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the understanding of the philosopher,<br>
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the acceptance of the saint,<br>
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the tolerance of the scholar and<br>
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the fortitude of the certain.<br><br>
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Leo Buscaglia</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>We perceive when love begins and when it declines<br>
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by our embarrassment when alone together.<br><br>
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Jean de la Bruyere</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>Love alone is capable of uniting living beings in such<br>
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a way as to complete and fulfill them,<br>
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for it alone takes them and joins them<br>
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by what is deepest in themselves.<br><br>
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Pierre Teilhard de Chardin</p>
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<p>Love is the big booming beat which covers up the noise of hate.<br><br>
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Margaret Cho.</p>
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<p>All thoughts, all passions, all delights Whatever stirs this mortal frame<br>
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All are but ministers of Love And feed his sacred flame.<br><br>
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge</p>
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</body>
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</html>
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