The absurd is lucid reason noting its limits.

But what are a hundred million deaths? When one has served in a war, one hardly knows what a dead man is, after a while. And since a dead man has no substance unless one has actually seen him dead, a hundred million corpses broadcast through history are no more than a puff of smoke in the imagination.

Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being.

Happiness and the absurd are two sons of the same earth. They are inseparable.

In normal times all of us know, whether consciously or not, that there is no love which can't be bettered; nevertheless, we reconcile ourselves more or less easily to the fact that ours has never risen above the average.

Every stone here sweats with suffering, I know that. I have never looked at them without a feeling of anguish. But deep in my heart I know that the most wretched among you have seen a divine face emerge from their darkness. That is the face you are asked to see.

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