The touch of time does more than the club of Hercules.

Patriotism is the religion of hell.

I take it that I must be the eternal playfellow of time. For piety and common-sense and death are rightfully time's toys; and it is with these three that I divert myself.

There is not any memory with less satisfaction than the memory of some temptation we resisted.

There is no escaping, at times, the gloomy suspicion that fiddling with pens and ink is, after all, no fit employment for a grown man.

I have followed after the truth, across this windy planet upon which every person is nourished by one or another lie.

The realization that life is absurdand cannot be an end, but only abeginning. This is a truth nearly allgreat minds have taken as their starting point.