More and more, when faced with the world of men, the only reaction is one of individualism. Man alone is an end unto himself. Everything one tries to do for the common good ends in failure.

The most exhausting effort in my life has been to suppress my own nature in order to make it serve my biggest plans.

There are crimes of passion and crimes of logic. The boundary between them is not clearly defined.

Happiness and the absurd are two sons of the same earth. They are inseparable.

After awhile you could get used to anything.

For the absurd man, it is not a matter of explaining and solving, but of experiencing and describing. Everything begins with lucid indifference.

This absurd, godless world is, then, peopled with men who think clearly and have ceased to hope. And I have not yet spoken of the most absurd character, who is the creator.