The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.

At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman.

Great feelings take with them their own universe, splendid or abject.

After awhile you could get used to anything.

Human relationships always help us to carry on because they always presuppose a future.

The spirit of rebellion can only exist in a society where a theoretical equality conceals great factual inequalities. The problem of rebellion, therefore, has no meaning except within our own Western society.

A true masterpiece does not tell everything.