The most knowledgeable person in one domain may be the most ignorant in another.

I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain. One always finds one's burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself, forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.

The work of art is born of the intelligence's refusal to reason the concrete. It marks the triumph of the carnal.

A single sentence will suffice for modern man. He fornicated and read the papers. After that vigorous definition, the subject will be, if I may say so, exhausted.

These are facts the heart can feel; yet they call for careful study before they become clear to the intellect.

The world is unimportant and whoever recognizes this conquers his liberty.

At times I feel myself overtaken by an immense tenderness for these people around me who live in the same century.