I realized then that a man who had lived only one day could easily live for a hundred years in prison. He would have enough memories to keep him from being bored

life is a story and god is author.life is absurd.I think so.

False judges are held up in the world's admiration and I alone know the true ones.

Don't lies eventually lead to the truth? And don't all my stories, true or false, tend toward the same conclusion? Don't they all have the same meaning? So what does it matter whether they are true or false if, in both cases, they are significant of what I have been and what I am? Sometimes it is easier to see clearly into the liar than into the man who tells the truth. Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.

At any street corner the feeling of absurdity can strike any man in the face.

Europe has lived on its contradictions, flourished on its differences, and, constantly transcending itself thereby, has created a civilization on which the whole world depends even when rejecting it. This is why I do not believe in a Europe unified under the weight of an ideology or of a technocracy that overlooked these differences.

It is always easy to be logical. It is almost impossible to be logical to the bitter end.