Does the end justify the means? That is possible. But what will justify the end? To that question, which historical thought leaves pending, rebellion replies: the means.

The realization that life is absurd cannot be an end, but only a beginning.

The mind's deepest desire, even in its most elaborate operations, parallels man's unconscious feeling in the face of his universe: it is an insistence upon familiarity, an appetite for clarity.

The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself.

More and more, revolution has found itself delivered into the hands of its bureaucrats and doctrinaires on the one hand, and to the enfeebled and bewildered masses on the other.

Freedom is not a gift received from the State or leader, but a possession to be won every day by the effort of each and the union of all.

Thus each of us had to be content to live only for the day, alone under the vast indifference of the sky.