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, the gentle stirring of life and hope.
Some will say that this hope lies in a nation; others in a man.
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.
Albert Camus, Resistance, Rebellion, and Death
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