I fear You and, yes, I love You: and yet I cannot believe. Why could You not let me believe, where so many believed? Or else, why could You not let me deride, as the remainder derided so noisily? O God, why could You not let me have faith? for You gave me no faith in anything, not even in nothingness. It was not fair.

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

People never want to be told anything they do not believe already.

People marry through a variety of other reasons, and with varying results: but to marry for love is to invite inevitable tragedy.

Love, I take it, must look toward something not quite accessible, something not quite understood.

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.

Every notion that any man, dead, living, or unborn, might form as to the universe will necessarily prove wrong