The absurd has meaning only in so far as it is not agreed to.

When one has extensively pondered about men, as a career or as a vocation, one sometimes feels nostalgic for primates. At least they do not have ulterior motives.

Without work, all life goes rotten. But when work is soulless, life stifles and dies.

To understand one's world, one must sometimes turn away from it! To serve better, one must briefly hold it at a distance. Where can the necessary solitude be found, the long breathing space in which mind gathers its strength and takes stock of its courage.

It is not the world that is absurd, nor human thought: the absurd arises when the human need to understand meets the unreasonableness of the world, when 'my appetite for the absolute and for unity' meets 'the impossibility of reducing this world to a rational and reasonable principle.'

It's better to bet on this life than on the next.

The laws of nature may be operative up to a certain limit, beyond which they turn against themselves to give birth to the absurd.