The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.

I feel like getting married, or committing suicide, or subscribing to L'Illustration. Something desperate, you know.

We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking.

Your success and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them. But to be happy it is essential not to be too concerned with others. Consequently, there is no escape. Happy and judged, or absolved and wretched.

But when a man has had only four hours' sleep he isn't sentimental. He sees things as they are: that is to say, he sees them in the garish light of justice; hideous, witless justice.

Forever I shall be a stranger to myself. In psychology as in logic, there are truths but no truth.

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