To be happy, we must not be too concerned with others.

[Liberty] is a choreand a long-distance race, quite solitary, quite exhausting.

But when a man has had only four hours' sleep he isn't sentimental. He sees things as they are: that is to say, he sees them in the garish light of justice; hideous, witless justice.

For instance, I never complained that my birthday was overlooked; people were even surprised, with a touch of admiration, by my discretion on this subject. But the reason for my disinterestedness was even more discreet: I longed to be forgotten in order to be able to complain to myself... Once my solitude was thoroughly proved, I could surrender to the charms of a virile self-pity.

Don't believe your friends when they ask you to be honest with them. All they really want is to be maintained in the good opinion they have of themselves.

May heaven protect us, cher monsieur, from being set on a pedestal by our friends!!!

The struggle to reach the top is itself enough to fulfill the heart of man. One must believe that Sisyphus is happy.