A character is never the author who created him. It is quite likely, however, that an author may be all his characters simultaneously.

Always there comes an hour when one is weary of one's work and devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved face, the warmth and wonder of a loving heart.

Man stands face to face with the irrational. He feels within him his longing for happiness and for reason. The absurd is born of this confrontation between the human need and the unreasonable silence of the world.

For ever, I shall be a stranger to myself.

There is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving. All of us, today, are dying of this misfortune. For violence and hatred dry up the heart itself; the long fight for justice exhausts the love that nevertheless gave birth to it.

To be famous, in fact, one has only to kill one's landlady.

Capital punishment is the most premeditated of murders.