Happiness and the absurd are two sons of the same earth. They are inseparable.

he's incapable of suffering for a long time, or being happy for a long time. Which means that he's incapable of anything really worth while.

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

There are always reasons for murdering a man. But there is no justification for his existence.

When the body is sad, the heart languishes.

The modern mind is in complete disarray. Knowledge has stretched itself to the point where neither the world nor our intelligence can find any foot-hold. It is a fact that we are suffering from nihilism.

The principles which men give to themselves end by overwhelming their noblest intentions.