There are always reasons for murdering a man. But there is no justification for his existence.

For the existentials, negation is their God. To be precise, that god is maintained only through the negation of human reason. But, like suicides, gods change with men.

Real generosity toward the future lies in giving all to the present.

Ironic philosophies produce passionate works.

The workman of today works every day in his life at the same tasks, and this fate is no less absurd. But it is tragic only at the rare moments when it becomes conscious.

Happiness implied a choice, and within that choice a concerted will, a lucid desire.

In a universe suddenly divested of illusion and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger. His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land.