Those who weep for the happy periods which they encounter in history acknowledge what they want not the alleviation but the silencing of misery. – Albert Camus
On certain mornings, as we turn a corner,
an exquisite dew falls on our heart
and then vanishes.
But the freshness lingers, and this, always,
is what the heart needs.
The earth must have risen in just such a light
the morning the world was born. – Albert Camus
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