As has already been said, great ideas come silently to the world like a dove.
If we are inclined to listen to them, we may be able to listen, like a gentle roar of wings in the midst of the roar of empires and nations, the torment of life and hope. Others will say that this hope is brought by a people, others, one human. I think, & nbsp; on the contrary, that this hope is stimulated, revived and maintained by thousands of lonely people, whose actions and work daily undo the borders and the most gross pretexts of history, so that the eternally threatened truth that everyone feeds, with bitterness, may shine brightly. and his joys, for the good of all.
