There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?
There is no passion to be found playing small – in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living.
There is no love of life without despair of life.
There is no field other than the weird in which I have any aptitude or inclination for fictional composition. Life has never interested me so much as the escape from life.
There are two primary choices in life: to accept conditions as they exist, or accept the responsibility for changing them.
There are noble books but one wants the breath of life sometimes.
There are horrors beyond life’s edge that we do not suspect, and once in a while man’s evil prying calls them just within our range.
The sexual life of adult women is a ‘dark continent’ for psychology.
The realization that life is absurd cannot be an end, but only a beginning. This is a truth nearly all great minds have taken as their starting point. It is not this discovery that is interesting, but the consequences and rules of action drawn from it.
The purpose of our lives is to be happy.
The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.
The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.