Every achievement is a servitude. It compels us to a higher achievement.
I used to advertise my loyalty and I don't believe there is a single person I loved that I didn't eventually betray.
He knew now that it was his own will to happiness which must make the next move. But if he was to do so, he realized that he must come to terms with time, that to have time was at once the most magnificent and the most dangerous of experiments. Idleness is fatal only to the mediocre.
…. Query: How contrive not to waste one's time? Answer: By being fully aware of it all the while. Ways in which this can be done: By spending one's days on an uneasy chair in a dentist's waiting-room; by remaining on one's balcony all of a Sunday afternoon; by listening to lectures in a language on doesn't know; by traveling by the longest and least-convenient train routes, and of course standing all the way; by lining up at the box-office of theaters and then not buying a seat; and so forth.
Time drips, heavy, slow…
But practically I know men and recognize them by their behavior, by the totality of their deeds, by the consequences caused in life by their presence.
To abandon oneself to principles is really to die - and to die for an impossible love which is the contrary of love.
The absurd is the essential concept and the first truth.
The absurd depends as much on man as on the world. For the moment, it is all that links them together.
I draw from the Absurd three consequences: my revolt, my liberty, my passion.
At any street corner the feeling of absurdity can strike any man in the face.
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.
I am not made for politics because I am incapable of wanting or accepting the death of the adversary.
Heroism is accessible. Happiness is more difficult.
For centuries the death penalty, often accompanied by barbarous refinements, has been trying to hold crime in check; yet crime persists. Why? Because the instincts that are warring in man are not, as the law claims, constant forces in a state of equilibrium.
Those who weep for the happy periods which they encounter in history acknowledge what they want; not the alleviation but the silencing of misery.
We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking. In that race which daily hastens us towards death, the body maintains its irreparable lead.
Man wants to live, but it is useless to hope that this desire will dictate all his actions.
Every great work makes the human face more admirable and richer, and that is its whole secret.
To insure the adoration of a theorem for any length of time, faith is not enough, a police force is needed as well.