Although it was the middle of winter, I finally realized that, within me, summer was inextinguishable.
One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
A fate is not a punishment.
True debauchery is liberating because it creates no obligations. In it you possess only yourself, hence it remains the favorite pastime of the great lovers of their own person.
Camus himself described this work as 'an attempt to understand the time I live in'.
If it adapts itself to what the majority of our society wants, art will be a meaningless recreation.