What, then, is that incalculable feeling that deprives the mind of the sleep necessary to life? A world that can be explained even with bad reasons is a familiar world. But, on the other hand, in a universe suddenly divested of illusions and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger. His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land. This divorce between man and his life, the actor and his setting, is properly the feeling of absurdity.

That is love, to give away everything, to sacrifice everything, without the slightest desire to get anything in return.3

We do not know how to eliminate evil, but we do know how to feed some of the hungry and heal some of the infirmed.

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

Some are created to love, while the others - to live.

The society of merchants can be defined as a society in which things disappear in favor of signs. When a ruling class measures its fortunes, not by the acre of land or the ingot of gold, but by the number of figures corresponding ideally to a certain number of exchange operations, it thereby condemns itself to setting a certain kind of humbug at the center of its experience and its universe. A society founded on signs is, in its essence, an artificial society in which man's carnal truth is handled as something artificial.

Forever I shall be a stranger to myself. In psychology as in logic, there are truths but no truth.