History only exists, in the final analysis, for God.

Je puis nier une chose sans me croire obligé de la salir ou de retirer aux autres le droit d'y croire.

Human rebellion ends in metaphysical revolution. It progresses from appearances to acts, from the dandy to the revolutionary.

In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

The absurd has meaning only in so far as it is not agreed to.

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 one’s thoughts be diverted by anything- by meals, by a fly that settles on one’s cheek, by household duties, or by a sudden itch somewhere. But there are always flies and itches. That’s why life is difficult to live.

I don’t know whether this world has a meaning that transcends it. But I know that I cannot know that meaning and that it is impossible for me just now to know it.