The absurd is lucid reason noting its limits.

I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time to the benign indifference of the world.

Truth is mysterious, elusive, always to be conquered. Liberty is dangerous, as hard to live with as it is elating. We must march toward these two goals, painfully but resolutely, certain in advance of our failings on so long a road.

Man is an idea, and a precious small idea once he turns his back on love.

I had been right I was still right I was always right. I had lived my life one way and I could just as well lived it another. I had done this and I hadn t done that. I hadn t done this thing and I had done another. And so?

That's love, giving everything, sacrificing all without hope of return.

Obstinacy alone is not a virtue.