He has forgotten how to hope. This hell of the present is his Kingdom at last. All problems recover their sharp edge. Abstract evidence retreats before the poetry of forms and colors. Spiritual conflicts become embodied and return to the abject and magnificent shelter of man's heart. None of them is settled. But all are transfigured.

Albert Camus
Profession: Philosopher
Nationality: French
Some suggestions for you :
It is the job of thinking people not to be on the side of the executioners.
A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.
Do not wait for the last judgment. It takes place every day.
The world is beautiful, and outside it there is no salvation.
Comfortable optimism surely seems like a bad joke in today's world.