Man is always prey to his truths. Once he has admitted them, he cannot free himself from them.

Myths are made for the imagination to breath life into them.

I know [my label], in any case: a double face, a charming Janus, and underneath, the house motto: "Be wary". On my business cards:"Jean-Baptiste Clamence, actor".

It's a kind of spiritual snobbery that makes people think they can be happy without money.

The certainty of a God giving meaning to life far surpasses in attractiveness the ability to behave badly with impunity. The choice would not be hard to make. But there is no choice and that is where the bitterness comes in. The absurd does not liberate; it binds.

There are plagues, and there are victims, and it's the duty of good men not to join forces with the plagues.

There exists an obvious fact that seems utterly moral: namely, that a man is always prey to his truths. Once he has admitted them, he cannot free himself from them. One has to pay something. A man who has become conscious of the absurd is forever bound to it.