Fate is not in man but around him

Without work, all life goes rotten. But when work is soulless, life stifles and dies.

Greatness consists in trying to be great. There is no other way.

The certainty of a God giving meaning to life far surpasses in attractiveness the ability to behave badly with impunity. The choice would not be hard to make. But there is no choice and that is where the bitterness comes in. The absurd does not liberate; it binds.

Men are never really willing to die except for the sake of freedom: therefore they do not believe in dying completely.

An intense feeling carries with it its own universe, magnificent or wretched as the case may be.

On my way out I was even going to shake his hand, but I remembered just in time that I'd killed a man.