... We need the sweet pain of anticipation to tell us we are really alive.

I was comfortable in all, I admit, but at the same time, nothing satisfied me. Each joy made me seek another.

For the absurd man, it is not a matter of explaining and solving, but of experiencing and describing. Everything begins with lucid indifference.

Believe me, for certain men at least, not taking what one doesn't desire is the hardest thing in the world.

When love ceases to be tragic it is something else and the individual again throws himself in search of tragedy.

The entire history of mankind is, in any case, nothing but a prolonged fight to the death for the conquest of universal prestige and absolute power.

what doesn't kill you make you stronger and stronger