Youth is above all a collection of possibilities.

Art and revolt will die only with the last man.

If the only significant history of human thought were to be written, it would have to be the history of its successive regrets and its impotences.

Nothing is more despicable than respect based on fear.

If there is a soul, it is a mistake to believe that it is given to us fully created. It is created here, throughout a whole life. And living is nothing else but that long and painful bringing forth.

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

The end of their passion consists of loving uselessly at the moment when it is pointless.