To grow old is to pass from passion to compassion.
A loveless world is a dead world.
Happiness and the absurd are two sons of the same earth. They are inseparable.
You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.
The best are led to make greater demands upon themselves. As for those who succumb, they did not deserve to survive.
I can feel this heart inside me and I conclude it exists. I can touch this world and I also conclude that it exists. All my knowledge ends at this point. The rest is hypothesis.