One recognizes one's course by discovering the paths that stray from it.

It is not the world that is absurd, nor human thought: the absurd arises when the human need to understand meets the unreasonableness of the world, when 'my appetite for the absolute and for unity' meets 'the impossibility of reducing this world to a rational and reasonable principle.'

It happens that the stage sets collapse. Rising, streetcar, four hours in the office or the factory, meal, streetcar, four hours of work, meal, sleep, and Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday and Saturday according to the same rhythm – this path is easily followed most of the time. But one day the “why” arises and everything begins in that weariness tinged with amazement.

I have a good, hearty laugh and an energetic handshake, and those are trump cards.

I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn't.

To lose the touch of flowers and women's hands is the supreme separation.

Everything is true, and nothing is true!