There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night.
The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
There is no love of life without despair of life.
Nothing in life is worth, turning your back on, if you love it.
A stranger to myself and to the world, armed solely with a thought that negates itself as soon as it asserts, what is this condition in which I can have peace only by refusing to know and to live, in which the appetite for conquest bumps into walls that defy its assaults?
There is in me an anarchy and frightful disorder. Creating makes me die a thousand deaths, because it means making order, and my entire being rebels against order. But without it I would die, scattered to the winds.