We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking.
Myths are made for the imagination to breath life into them.
A man who has become conscious of the absurd is for ever bound to it.
That is love, to give away everything, to sacrifice everything, without the slightest desire to get anything in return.3
A character is never the author who created him. It is quite likely, however, that an author may be all his characters simultaneously.
Ce que je sais de la morale, c'est au football que je le dois. (I know of morality, it is football that I owe.)