If we understood the enigmas of life there would be no need for art.

We are not certain, we are never certain. If we were we could reach some conclusions, and we could, at last, make others take us seriously.

There exists an obvious fact that seems utterly moral: namely, that a man is always prey to his truths. Once he has admitted them, he cannot free himself from them. One has to pay something. A man who has become conscious of the absurd is forever bound to it.

There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide.

We spend our days in deliberating, and we end them without coming to any resolve.

If God did not exist, we should have to invent him. If God did exist, we should have to abolish Him.

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.