A man who has become conscious of the absurd is for ever bound to it.

I said that the world is absurd, but I was too hasty. This world in itself is not reasonable, that is all that can be said. But what is absurd is the confrontation of this irrational and the wild longing for clarity whose call echoes in the human heart.

God put self-pity by the side of despair like the cure by the side of the disease.

At that moment he knew what his mother was thinking, and that she loved him. But he knew, too, that to love someone means relatively little; or, rather, that love is never strong enough to find the words befitting it. Thus he and his mother would always love each other silently. And one day she--or he--would die, without ever, all their lives long, having gone farther than this by way of making their affection known.

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.

Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.

Conscious of not being able to separate myself from my time, I have decided to become part of it.