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“Compassion is the desire that moves the individual self to widen the scope of its self-concern to embrace the whole of the universe self.”

Quote by Arnold J. Toynbee

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Arnold J. Toynbee
Arnold J. Toynbee

Arnold J. Toynbee was a British historian known for his study of historical cycles. His magnum opus, 'A Study of History', is a multi-volume work that explores the rise and fall of human civilizations. more

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