Time will prolong time, and life will serve life. In this field that is both limited and bulging with possibilities, everything to himself, except his lucidity, seems unforeseeable to him. What rule, then, could emanate from that unreasonable order? The only truth that might seem instructive to him is not formal: it comes to life and unfolds in men. The absurd mind cannot so much expect ethical rules at the end of its reasoning as, rather, illustrations and the breath of human lives.

As soon as one does not kill oneself, one must keep silent about life.

We are not certain, we are never certain. If we were we could reach some conclusions, and we could, at last, make others take us seriously.

Travel, which is like a greater and a graver science, brings us back to ourselves.

The future is the only transcendental value for men without God.

If pimps and thieves everywhere were always punished, honest people would all believe themselves always to be innocent.

All I maintain is that on this earth there are pestilences and there are victims, and it's up to us, so far as possible, not to join forces with the pestilences. That may sound simple to the point of childishness; I can't judge if it's simple, but I know it's true.