I think my life is of great importance, but I also think it is meaningless.
I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain! One always finds one's burden again. ButSisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He tooconcludes that all is well. Thi...
Don't you think our society is designed to kill in that way? Of course, you've surely heard about those tiny fish in the rivers of Brazil which attack the swimmer by the thousands, eat him up in a few...
Blessed are the hearts that can bend they shall never be broken.
The absurd is the essential concept and the first truth.
If nothing had any meaning, you would be right. But there is something that still has a meaning.
But it is obvious that absurdism hereby admits that human life is the only necessary good since it is precisely life that makes this encounter possible and since, without life, the absurdist wager wou...
I would like to be able to breathe— to be able to love her by memory or fidelity. But my heart aches. I love you continuously, intensely.
You are only excused for happiness and success if you generously agree to share them. But if one is to be happy, one should not worry too much about other people - which means there is no way out. Hap...
But what then is capital punishment but the most premeditated of murders, to which no criminal's deed, however calculated it may be, can be compared? For there to be equivalence, the death penalty wou...
In our wildest aberrations we dream of an equilibrium we have left behind and which we naively expect to find at the end of our errors. Childish presumption which justifies the fact that child-nations...
Some people talk in their sleep. Lecturers talk while other people sleep
Any country where I am not bored is a country that teaches me nothing.
How unbearable, for women, is the tenderness which a man can give them without love. For men, how bittersweet this is.
Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday, I don't know.
Against eternal injustice, man must assert justice, and to protest against the universe of grief, he must create happiness.
If there were a party of those who aren't sure they're right, I'd belong to it.
What we call fundamental truths are simply the ones we discover after all the others.
It seems that the people of Oran are like that friend of Flaubert who, on the point of death, casting a last glance at the irreplaceable earth, exclaimed: Close the window, it's too beautiful.
To create is to live twice.