Man stands face to face with the irrational. He feels within him his longing for happiness and for reason. The absurd is born of this confrontation between the human need and the unreasonable silence of the world.

We all carry within us places of exile, our crimes, our ravages. Our task is not to unleash them on the world; it is to transform them in ourselves and others.

For there is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving.

All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning.

But do you know why we are always more just and generous toward the dead? The reason is simple. With them there is no obligation. They leave us free and we can take our time, fit the testimonial between a cocktail party and a nice little mistress, in our spare time, in short.

There always comes a time when one must choose between contemplation and action. This is called becoming a man.

I love life - that’s my real weakness. I love it so much that I am incapable of imagining what is not life.