Men are never really willing to die except for the sake of freedom: therefore they do not believe in dying completely.

A man who has become conscious of the absurd is for ever bound to it.

To correct a natural indifference I was placed half-way between misery and the sun. Misery kept me from believing that all was well under the sun, and the sun taught me that history wasn't everything.

The only conception of freedom I can have is that of the prisoner or the individual in the midst of the State. The only one I know is freedom of thought and action.

If it adapts itself to what the majority of our society wants, art will be a meaningless recreation.

Integrity has no need of rules.

But what does it mean, the plague? It's life, that's all.