The world is unimportant and whoever recognizes this conquers his liberty.

Since the order of the world is shaped by death, mightn't it be better for God if we refuse to believe in Him, and struggle with all our might against death without raising our eyes towards the heaven where He sits in silence?

I draw from the Absurd three consequences: my revolt, my liberty, my passion.

Men like us are good and proud and strong...if we had a faith, a God, nothing could undermine us. But we had nothing, we had to learn everything, and living for honor alone has its weaknesses.

There is the good and the bad, the great and the low, the just and the unjust. I swear to you that all that will never change.

A craving for freedom and independence is generated only in a man still living on hope.

I feel like getting married, or committing suicide, or subscribing to L'Illustration. Something desperate, you know.