For there is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving.
I had the whole sky in my eyes and it was blue and gold.
The realization that life is absurd cannot be an end, but only a beginning.
We [Raymond and Meursault] stared at each other without blinking, and everything came to a stop there between the sea, the sand, and the sun, and the double silence of the flute and the water. It was then that I realized that you could either shoot or not shoot.
The welfare of the people in particular has always been the alibi of tyrants.
When one has extensively pondered about men, as a career or as a vocation, one sometimes feels nostalgic for primates. At least they do not have ulterior motives.