Sometimes, carrying on, just carrying on, is the superhuman achievement.

You make the mistake of thinking you have to choose, that you have to do what you want, that there are conditions for happiness. What matters — all that matters, really is the will to happiness, a kind of enormous, ever present consciousness. The rest - women , art, success — is nothing but excuses. A canvas waiting for our embroideries.

Happiness implied a choice, and within that choice a concerted will, a lucid desire.

There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night.

The first progressive step for a mind overwhelmed by the strangeness of things is to realize that this feeling of strangeness is shared with all men and that human reality, in its entirety, suffers from the distance which separates it from the rest of the universe.

In every guilty man, there is some innocence. This makes every absolute condemnation revolting.

Humans are creatures, who spent their lifes trying to convince themselves, that their existence is not absurd