The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
Fancy language, like poplin, too often conceals an eczema.
A man who has become conscious of the absurd is for ever bound to it.
... We need the sweet pain of anticipation to tell us we are really alive.
One must place one's principles in big things. For the small, graciousness will suffice.
The desire for possession is insatiable, to such a point that it can survive even love itself. To love, therefore, is to sterilize the person one loves.