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Quote by Albert Schweitzer

“Sometimes our light goes out, but is blown again into instant flame by an encounter with another human being.”

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Albert Schweitzer
Albert Schweitzer

Albert Schweitzer, born on January 14, 1875, and died on September 4, 1965, was a German theologian, musician, philosopher, and physician. He is renowned for his missionary work in Africa. more

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