...the habit of despair is worse than despair itself.

The main thing is that everything become simple, easy enough for a child to understand.

Am well. Thinking of you always. Love

A fate is not a punishment.

I was assailed by memories of a life that wasn't mine anymore, but one in which I'd found the simplest and most lasting joys.

The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.

I felt as though I was partly unlearning what i had never learned and yet knew so well: I mean, how to live.