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“I feel that it is necessary and ordained that I should be alone, a stranger and an exile in relation to every human circle, without exception.”

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Simone Weil
Simone Weil

Simone Weil was a French philosopher, social activist, and writer. Born on February 3, 1909, and died on August 24, 1943, Weil is known for her profound philosophical thinking and her passionate commitment to social justice. Her works have had a significant impact on later philosophers and social thinkers. more

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