Culture: the cry of men in face of their destiny.

You know, a man always judges himself by the balance he can strike between the needs of his body and the demands of his mind. You're judging yourself now, Mersaut, and you don't like the sentence.

You must have a love, a great love, to ensure an alibi at unjustified despairs that conquer all of us

the one who doesnt play, doesnt win anything, but he actually looses somehting, {playing}

In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.

The struggle to reach the top is itself enough to fulfill the heart of man. One must believe that Sisyphus is happy.

In a universe suddenly divested of illusion 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.