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Man is a passion which brings a will into play which works an intelligence.

Henri Frederic Amiel

Man is a passion which brings a will into play which works an intelligence.

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About Henri Frederic Amiel

Henri Frédéric Amiel (French pronunciation: [ɑ̃ʁi fʁedeʁik amjɛl]; 27 September 1821 – 11 May 1881) was a Swiss moral philosopher, poet, and critic.