The most exhausting effort in my life has been to suppress my own nature in order to make it serve my biggest plans.

We must admit that today conformity is on the Left. To be sure, the Right is not brilliant. But the Left is in complete decadence, a prisoner of words, caught in its own vocabulary, capable merely of stereotyped replies, constantly at a loss when faced with truth, from which it nevertheless claimed to derive its laws. The Left is schizophrenic and needs doctoring through pitiless self-criticism, exercise of the heart, close reasoning, and a little modesty.

What, then, is that incalculable feeling that deprives the mind of the sleep necessary to life? A world that can be explained even with bad reasons is a familiar world. But, on the other hand, in a universe suddenly divested of illusions and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger. His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land. This divorce between man and his life, the actor and his setting, is properly the feeling of absurdity.

There is the good and the bad, the great and the low, the just and the unjust. I swear to you that all that will never change.

If those whom we begin to love could know us as we were before meeting them they could perceive what they have made of us.

To feel absolutely right is the beginning of the end.

There will be no lasting peace either in the heart of individuals or in social customs until death is outlawed.