The day of my arrest I was first put in a room where there were already several other prisoners, most of them Arabs. They laughed when they saw me. Then they asked what I was in for. I said I'd killed an Arab and they were all silent

Men die and they are not happy.

All that remains is a fate whose outcome alone is fatal. Outside of that single fatality of death, everything, joy or happiness, is liberty. A world remains of which man is the sole master. What bound him was the illusion of another world.

It occurred to me that anyway one more Sunday was over that Maman was buried now, that I was going back to work, and that, really, nothing had changed.

The struggle to reach the top is itself enough to fulfill the heart of man. One must believe that Sisyphus is happy.

We continue to shape our personality all our life. If we knew ourselves perfectly, we should die.

Men cry because things are not what they ought to be.