Basically, at the very bottom of life, which seduces us all, there is only absurdity, and more absurdity. And maybe that’s what gives us our joy for living, because the only thing that can defeat absurdity is lucidity.
The artist forges himself to the others, midway between the beauty he cannot do without and the community he cannot tear himself away from. That is why true artists scorn nothing: they are obliged to understand rather than to judge.
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.
The absurd is the essential concept and the first truth.
An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself.
To cut short the question of the law of retaliation, we must note that even in its primitive form it can operate only between two individuals of whom one is absolutely innocent, and the other absolutely guilty. The victim, to be sure, is innocent. But can the society that is supposed to represent the victim…
No cause justifies the deaths of innocent people.
Against eternal injustice, man must assert justice, and to protest against the universe of grief, he must create happiness.
Some people talk in their sleep. Lecturers talk while other people sleep.
Rebellion cannot exist without the feeling that somewhere, in some way, you are justified.
