An intellectual? Yes. And never deny it. An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself. I like this, because I am happy to be both halves, the watcher and the watched. "Can they be brought together?" This is a practical question. We must get down to it. "I despise intelligence" really means: "I cannot bear my doubts.

I draw from the Absurd three consequences: my revolt, my liberty, my passion.

A fate is not a punishment.

History, as an entirety, could only exist in the eyes of an observer outside it and outside the world. History only exists, in the final analysis, for God.

The real 19th century prophet was Dostoevsky, not Karl Marx.

When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune.

We call first truths those we discover after all the others.