I continue to believe that this world has no ultimate meaning. But I know that something in it has a meaning and that is man, because he is the only creature to insist on having one

Slave camps under the flag of freedom, massacres justified by philanthropy or the taste of the superhuman, cripple judgment. On the day when crime puts on the apparel of innocence, through a curious reversal peculiar to our age, it is innocence that is called on to justify itself. The purpose of this essay is to accept and study that strange challenge.

I rebel; therefore I exist.

...the habit of despair is worse than despair itself.

The absurd is lucid reason noting its limits.

One plays at being immortal and after a few weeks one doesn't even know whether or not one can hang on till the next day.

Don't let them tell us stories.