But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?

To correct a natural indifference I was placed half-way between misery and the sun. Misery kept me from believing that all was well under the sun, and the sun taught me that history wasn't everything.

Although it was the middle of winter, I finally realized that, within me, summer was inextinguishable.

We turn toward God only to obtain the impossible.

What is a rebel? A man who says no: but whose refusal does not imply a renunciation.

It is normal to give away a little of one's life in order not to lose it all.

There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide. Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy. All the rest — whether or not the world has three dimensions, whether the mind has nine or twelve categories — comes afterwards. These are games; one must first answer.