You make the mistake of thinking you have to choose, that you have to do what you want, that there are conditions for happiness. What matters — all that matters, really is the will to happiness, a kind of enormous, ever present consciousness. The rest - women , art, success — is nothing but excuses. A canvas waiting for our embroideries.

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

In the past, the poverty they shared had a certain sweetness about it. When the end of the day came and they would eat their dinner in silence with the oil lamp between them, there was a secret joy in such simplicity, such retrenchment.

After all, I do not have so many ways of proving that I am free. We is always free at the expense of someone else. It is a bother,but it is normal.

I do not want to found anything on the incomprehensible. I want to know whether I can live with what I know and with that alone.

Love is the kind of illness that does not spare the intelligent or the dull.

He had opened his heart to the sublime indifference of the universe