I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.

Ce que je sais de la morale, c'est au football que je le dois. (I know of morality, it is football that I owe.)

Absolute virtue is impossible and the republic of forgiveness leads, with implacable logic, to the republic of the guillotine.

Stupidity has a knack of getting its way.

Poor and free rather than rich and enslaved. Of course, men want to be both rich and free, and this is what leads them at times to be poor and enslaved.

If I convince myself that this life has no other aspect than that of the absurd, if I feel that its whole equilibrium depends on that perpetual opposition between my conscious revolt and the darkness in which it struggles, if I admit that my freedom has no meaning except in relation to its limited fate, then I must say that what counts is not the best living but the most living.

There is but one freedom, to put oneself right with death. After that everything is possible.