Men are convinced of your arguments, your sincerity, and the seriousness of your efforts only by your death.
Albert CamusCan one be a saint if God does not exist? That is the only concrete problem I know of today.
Albert CamusSome other memories of the funeral have stuck in my mind. The old boy’s face, for instance, when he caught up with us for the last time, just outside the village. His eyes were streaming with tears, of exhaustion or distress, or both together. But because of the wrinkles they couldn’t flow down. They spread out, crisscrossed, and formed a smooth gloss on the old, worn face.
Albert Camus