No matter how the sun shone, the sea held forth no more promises.

Nature is a burning and frigid, transparent and limited universe in which nothing is possible but everything is given.

You always get exaggerated notions of things you don't know anything about.

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

And so I learned that familiar paths traced in the dusk of summer evenings may lead as well to prison as to innocent untroubled sleep.

Still, obviously, one can't be sensible all the time.

The absurd depends as much on man as on the world. For the moment, it is all that links them together.