Why should it be essential to love rarely in order to love much?

Martyrs, my friend, have to choose between being forgotten, mocked or used. As for being understood - never.

The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.

For if there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life.

A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.