He had opened his heart to the sublime indifference of the universe

It is immoral not to tell.

Thus each of us had to be content to live only for the day, alone under the vast indifference of the sky.

I felt the urge to reassure him that I was like everybody else, just like everybody else.

The absurd is essentially a divorce. It lies in neither of the elements compared; it is born of their confrontation.

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

In the light, the earth remains our first and our last love. Our brothers are breathing under the same sky as we; justice is a living thing. Now is born that strange joy which helps one live and die, and which we shall never again postpone to a later time.