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“Perhaps there is no peace for an artist other than the peace found in the heat of combat.”

Quote by Albert Camus

Book:Create Dangerously

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Albert Camus was a French author and philosopher, born on November 7, 1913, and died on January 4, 1960. Known for his unique existentialist philosophy and profound insights into human suffering, Camus' works include 'The Stranger', 'The Plague', and 'The Myth of Sisyphus', which have had a profound impact on 20th-century literature. more

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