Independence is earned by a few words of cheap confidence
The absurd is essentially a divorce. It lies in neither of the elements compared; it is born of their confrontation.
Real generosity toward the future lies in giving all to the present.
Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?
The end of their passion consists of loving uselessly at the moment when it is pointless.
This very heart which is mine will forever remain indefinable to me. Between the certainty I have of my existence and the content I try to give to that assurance, the gap will never be filled. Forever I shall be a stranger to myself.