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.

In what else, pray, does man differ from the other animals except in that he is used by words?

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.

No person of quality ever remembers social restrictions save when considering how most piquantly to break them.

Good and evil keep very exact accounts... and the face of every man is their ledger.

Everything in life is miraculous. For the sigil taught me that it rests within the power of each of us to awaken atwill from a dragging nightmare of life made up of unimportant tasks and tedious useless little habits, to see life as it really is, and to rejoice in its exquisite wonderfulness.

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