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“The greatest book is not the one whose message engraves itself on the brain, as a telegraphic message engraves itself on the ticker-tape, but the one whose vital impact opens up other viewpoints, and from writer to reader spreads the fire that is fed by the various essences, until it becomes a vast conflagration leaping from forest to forest.”

Quote by Romain Rolland

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Romain Rolland
Romain Rolland

Romain Rolland, a French dramatist, novelist, essayist, and music critic, was born on January 29, 1866, and died on December 30, 1944. Known for his profound insights into human nature and rich emotional expression, his works include 'Jean-Christophe'. more

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