The absurd depends as much on man as on the world. For the moment, it is all that links them together.

More and more, revolution has found itself delivered into the hands of its bureaucrats and doctrinaires on the one hand, and to the enfeebled and bewildered masses on the other.

The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.

That's the way man is, cher monsieur. He has two faces: he can't love without self-love.

We are condemned to live together.

At one time or another all normal people have wished their loved ones were dead.

Children will still die unjustly even in a perfect society. Even by his greatest effort, man can only propose to diminish, arithmetically, the sufferings of the world.