To live is in itself a value judgment. To breathe is to judge.

Have you noticed that only death arouses our emotions? How we love thee friends who have just passed away, right? How we admire those master who no longer speak, their mouths full of dirt. We them we are not obligated.

Thoughts of suicide have got me through many a bad night.

This absurd, godless world is, then, peopled with men who think clearly and have ceased to hope. And I have not yet spoken of the most absurd character, who is the creator.

how hard it must be to live only with what one knows and what one remembers, cut off from what one hopes for!

Capital punishment is the most premeditated of murders.

This is the century of fear.