...the play of the toughest and most lucid mind are at the same time both lavished andsquandered.

And real nobility (that of the heart) is based on scorn, courage, and profound indifference.

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

Just as all thought, and primarily that of non-signification, signifies something, so there is no art that has no signification.

I'd have given ten conversations with Einstein for a first meeting with a pretty chorus girl.

We spend our days in deliberating, and we end them without coming to any resolve.

The human heart has a tiresome tendency to label as fate only what crushes it. But happiness likewise, in its way, is without reason, since it is inevitable.