People hasten to judge in order not to be judged themselves.
Man stands face to face with the irrational. He feels within him his longing for happiness and for reason. The absurd is born of this confrontation between the human need and the unreasonable silence of the world.
Man is the only creature who refuses to be what he is.
It takes time to live. Like any work of art, life needs to be thought about.
In that daily effort in which intelligence and passion mingle and delight each other, the absurd man discovers a discipline that will make up the greatest of his strengths.
If murder has rational foundations, then our period and we ourselves are rationally consequent. If it has no rational foundations, then we are insane and there is no alternative but to find some justification or to avert our faces.
I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn’t.
An addiction to silk underwear does not necessarily imply that one’s feet are dirty.
Your successes and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them.
You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer yes without having asked any clear question.
Yes, an element of abstraction, of a divorce from reality, entered into such calamities. Still when abstraction sets to killing you, you’ve got to get busy with it.
With rebellion, awareness is born.
