We turn our backs on nature; we are ashamed of beauty. Our wretched tragedies have a smell of the office clinging to them, and the blood that trickles from them is the color of printer’s ink.
To two men living the same number of years, the world always provides the same sum of experiences. It is up to us to be conscious of them.
Every ideology is contrary to human psychology.
This divorce between man and his life, the actor and his setting, is properly the feeling of absurdity.
Myths are made for the imagination to breath life into them.
So all a man could win in the conflict between plague and life was knowledge and memories.
To live is in itself a value judgment. To breathe is to judge.
Wandering seemed no more than the happiness of an anxious man.
Without freedom there is no art.
The workman of today works every day in his life at the same tasks, and this fate is no less absurd. But it is tragic only at the rare moments when it becomes conscious.
Yes, everything is simple. It’s people who complicate things.
One of the only coherent philosophical positions is thus revolt. It is a constant confrontation between man and his own obscurity.
For rich people, the sky is just an extra, a gift of nature. The poor, on the other hand, can see it as it is, a gift of infinite grace.
It is not true that the heart wears out – but the body creates this illusion.
In every guilty man, there is some innocence. This makes every absolute condemnation revolting.
If you keep on excusing, you eventually give your blessing to the slave camp, to cowardly force, to organized executioners, to the cynicism of great political monsters; you finally hand over your brothers.
The tragedy is not that we are alone, but that we cannot be. At times I would give anything in the world to no longer be connected by anything to this universe of men.
Murder is terribly exhausting.
The entire history of mankind is, in any case, nothing but a prolonged fight to the death for the conquest of universal prestige and absolute power.
History only exists, in the final analysis, for God.