After a while, you could get used to anything.
Everything is true, and nothing is true!
Existence is illusory and it is eternal.
I hope the dogs don’t bark tonight. I always think it’s mine.
Man stands face to face with the irrational. He feels within him his longing for happiness and for reason. The absurd is born of this confrontation between the human need and the unreasonable silence of the world.
Independence is earned by a few words of cheap confidence.
Yes, I’m happy, in human terms.
Finally, and most of all, words failed him.
A true masterpiece does not tell everything.
The real 19th century prophet was Dostoevsky, not Karl Marx.
I felt as though I was partly unlearning what i had never learned and yet knew so well: I mean, how to live.
Some are created to love, while the others – to live.
We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking.
That’s the way man is, cher monsieur. He has two faces: he can’t love without self-love.
This very heart which is mine will forever remain indefinable to me. Between the certainty I have of my existence and the content I try to give to that assurance, the gap will never be filled. Forever I shall be a stranger to myself.
Lying is not only saying what isn’t true. It is also, in fact especially, saying more than is true and, in the case of the human heart, saying more than one feels. We all do it, every day, to make life simpler.
If the only significant history of human thought were to be written, it would have to be the history of its successive regrets and its impotences.
They came to know the incorrigible sorrow of all prisoners and exiles, which is to live in company with a memory that serves no purpose.
The desire for possession is insatiable, to such a point that it can survive even love itself. To love, therefore, is to sterilize the person one loves.
Methods of thought which claim to give the lead to our world in the name of revolution have become, in reality, ideologies of consent and not of rebellion.