We don't have the time to completely be ourselves. We only have the room to be happy.
Basically, at the very bottom of life, which seduces us all, there is only absurdity, and more absurdity. And maybe that's what gives us our joy for living, because the only thing that can defeat absurdity is lucidity.
No cause justifies the deaths of innocent people.
The soul of a murderer is blind
If one could only say just once: 'this is clear', all would be saved
We continue to shape our personality all our life. If we knew ourselves perfectly, we should die.