Thus I draw from the absurd three consequences, which are my revolt, my freedom, and my passion. By the mere activity of consciousness I transform into a rule of life what was an invitation to death—and I refuse suicide.
The temptation shared by all forms of intelligence: cynicism.
Youth is above all a collection of possibilities.
To be famous, in fact, one has only to kill one's landlady.
Marxism is not scientific: at the best, it has scientific prejudices.
Truth, like light, is blinding. Lies, on the other hand, are a beautiful dusk, which enhances the value of each object.