A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.
There is not love of life without despair about life.
The truth is that every intelligent man, as you know, dreams of being a gangster and of ruling over society by force alone. As it is not so easy as the detective novels might lead one to believe, one...
I was assailed by memories of a life that wasn't mine anymore, but one in which I'd found the simplest and most lasting joys: the smells of summer, the part of town I loved, a certain evening sky, Mar...
I love life - that’s my real weakness. I love it so much that I am incapable of imagining what is not life.
I felt as though I was partly unlearning what i had never learned and yet knew so well: I mean, how to live.
Don't wait for the Last Judgment. It takes place every day.
There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night.
Now I can broach the notion of suicide. It has already been felt what solution might be given. At this point the problem is reversed. It was previously a question of finding out whether or not life ha...
Happiness and the absurd are two sons of the same earth. They are inseparable.
Do not wait for the last judgment. It comes every day.
The modern mind is in complete disarray. Knowledge has stretched itself to the point where neither the world nor our intelligence can find any foot-hold. It is a fact that we are suffering from nihili...
Truly fertile Music, the only kind that will move us, that we shall truly appreciate, will be a Music conducive to Dream, which banishes all reason and analysis. One must not wish first to understand...
What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying.
We're going forward, but nothing changes.
Nothing in life is worth,
It is better to burn than to disappear.
Have you no hope at all? And do you really live with the thought that when you die, you die, and nothing remains? Yes, I said.
But what does it mean, the plague? It's life, that's all.
I was born poor and without religion, under a happy sky, feeling harmony, not hostility, in nature. I began not by feeling torn, but in plenitude.