We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking. In that race which daily hastens us towards death, the body maintains its irreparable lead.
Albert CamusIf nothing had any meaning, you would be right. But there is something that still has a meaning.
Albert CamusThe more I produce, the less I am certain. On the road along which the artist walks, night falls ever more densely. Finally, he dies blind.
Albert Camus