“To think the way you do,” he said smiling, “you have to be a man who lives either on a tremendous despair, or on a tremendous hope.” “On both, perhaps.”

Culture: the cry of men in face of their destiny.

A single sentence will suffice for modern man. He fornicated and read the papers. After that vigorous definition, the subject will be, if I may say so, exhausted.

One of the only coherent philosophical positions is thus revolt. It is a constant confrontation between man and his own obscurity.

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

Thus I draw from the absurd three consequences, which are my revolt, my freedom, and my passion. By the mere activity of consciousness I transform into a rule of life what was an invitation to death—and I refuse suicide.

Maman used to say that you can always find something to be happy about.