In fact, it comes to this: nobody is capable of really thinking about anyone, even in the worst calamity. For really to think about someone means thinking about that person every minute of the day, without letting oneโs thoughts be diverted by anything- by meals, by a fly that settles on oneโs cheek, by household duties, or by a sudden itch somewhere. But there are always flies and itches. Thatโs why life is difficult to live.
Albert CamusI would rather not have upset him, but I couldn't see any reason to change my life. Looking back on it, I wasn't unhappy. When I was a student, I had lots of ambitions like that. But when I had to give up my studies I learned very quickly that none of it really mattered.
Albert CamusIn our society, any man who doesn't cry at his mother's funeral is liable to be condemned to death.
Albert Camus