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There is nothing the body suffers which the soul may not profit by.

George Meredith

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George Meredith
Age: 81 †
Born: 1828
Born: February 12
Died: 1909
Died: May 18
Novelist
Poet
Prosaist
Writer
Portsmouth
England
Suffers
Adversity
Profit
Suffering
Body
May
Soul
Nothing

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