Where there is no hope, we must invent it.

To live is in itself a value judgment. To breathe is to judge.

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

A man who has become conscious of the absurd is for ever bound to it.

Although it was the middle of winter, I finally realized that, within me, summer was inextinguishable.

If man is reduced to being nothing but a character in history, he has no other choice but to subside into the sound and fury of acompletely irrational history or to endow history with the form of human reason.

What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying.