At any street corner the feeling of absurdity can strike any man in the face.

It is not your paintings I like, it is your painting.

Purely historical thought is therefore nihilistic: it wholeheartedly accepts the evil of history and in this way is opposed to rebellion.

Greatness consists in trying to be great. There is no other way.

The absurd is lucid reason noting its limits.

A man wants to earn money in order to be happy, and his whole effort and the best of a life are devoted to the earning of that money. Happiness is forgotten; the means are taken for the end.

I am too far away from what I love and my distance is without remedy.