I know simply that the sky will last longer than I.
Without work, all life goes rotten. But when work is soulless, life stifles and dies.
The absurd is essentially a divorce. It lies in neither of the elements compared; it is born of their confrontation.
The struggle to the top alone will make a human heart SWELL.
What made me run away was doubtless not so much the fear of settling down, but of settling down permanently in something ugly.
To grow old is to pass from passion to compassion.