Great ideas, it has been said, come into the world as
gently as doves. Perhaps then, if we listen attentively, we shall hear amid the
uproar of empires and nations, a faint flutter of wings, a gentle stirring of
life and hope. Some will say that this hope lies in a nation; others in a
person. I believe rather that it is awakened, revived, nourished by millions of
solitary individuals whose deeds and works every day negate frontiers and the
crudest implications of history. As a result, there shines forth fleetingly the
ever-threatened truth that each and every person, on the foundation of his or
her own sufferings and joys, builds for all.
Albert Camus, Create Dangerously: The Power and
Responsibility of the Artist