They hurt each other without wanting to, just because each represented to the others the cruel and demanding necessity of their lives.

Independence is earned by a few words of cheap confidence

Absurd- that is the light mind that establishes its own borders.

Men who have greatness within them don't go in for politics.

What, then, is that incalculable feeling that deprives the mind of the sleep necessary to life? A world that can be explained even with bad reasons is a familiar world. But, on the other hand, in a universe suddenly divested of illusions and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger. His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land. This divorce between man and his life, the actor and his setting, is properly the feeling of absurdity.

Where there is no hope, we must invent it.

There is no more futile punishment than futile and hopeless labor.