We used to wonder where war lived, what it was that made it so vile. And now we realize that we know where it lives… inside ourselves. – 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