I Draw From The Absurd Three Consequences: My Revolt, My Liberty, My Passion.
In Order To Exist, Man Must Rebel, But Rebellion Must Respect The Limits That It Discovers In Itself - Limits Where Minds Meet, And In Meeting, Begin To Exist.
In Order To Speak About All And To All, One Has To Speak Of What All Know And Of The Reality Common To Us All. The Sea, Rains, Necessity, Desire, The Struggle Against Death... These Are Things That Unite Us All.
There Is In Me An Anarchy And Frightful Disorder. Creating Makes Me Die A Thousand Deaths, Because It Means Making Order, And My Entire Being Rebels Against Order. But Without It I Would Die, Scattered To The Winds.
It Is Necessary To Fall In Love... If Only To Provide An Alibi For All The Random Despair You Are Going To Feel Anyway.
The Evil That Is In The World Almost Always Comes Of Ignorance, And Good Intentions May Do As Much Harm As Malevolence If They Lack Understanding.
Man Is The Only Creature That Refuses To Be What He Is.
The Only Real Progress Lies In Learning To Be Wrong All Alone.
Don't Wait For The Last Judgment - It Takes Place Every Day.
To Know Oneself, One Should Assert Oneself.
Charm Is A Way Of Getting The Answer 'Yes' Without Asking A Clear Question.
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.
The Absurd Is The Essential Concept And The First Truth.
Man Is An Idea, And A Precious Small Idea Once He Turns His Back On Love.
Too Many Have Dispensed With Generosity In Order To Practice Charity.
Blessed Are The Hearts That Can Bend; They Shall Never Be Broken.
Without Work, All Life Goes Rotten. But When Work Is Soulless, Life Stifles And Dies.
As A Remedy To Life In Society I Would Suggest The Big City. Nowadays, It Is The Only Desert Within Our Means.
Ah, Mon Cher, For Anyone Who Is Alone, Without God And Without A Master, The Weight Of Days Is Dreadful.
Real Nobility Is Based On Scorn, Courage, And Profound Indifference.
Stupidity Has A Knack Of Getting Its Way.
It Is A Kind Of Spiritual Snobbery That Makes People Think They Can Be Happy Without Money.
Only A Philosophy Of Eternity, In The World Today, Could Justify Non-violence.
All Modern Revolutions Have Ended In A Reinforcement Of The Power Of The State.
We Turn Toward God Only To Obtain The Impossible.
The Welfare Of The People In Particular Has Always Been The Alibi Of Tyrants.
Those Who Lack The Courage Will Always Find A Philosophy To Justify It.
In Order To Understand The World, One Has To Turn Away From It On Occasion.
The Only Way To Deal With An Unfree World Is To Become So Absolutely Free That Your Very Existence Is An Act Of Rebellion.
It Is Not Your Paintings I Like, It Is Your Painting.
Every Man Needs Slaves Like He Needs Clean Air. To Rule Is To Breathe, Is It Not? And Even The Most Disenfranchised Get To Breathe. The Lowest On The Social Scale Have Their Spouses Or Their Children.
We Always Deceive Ourselves Twice About The People We Love - First To Their Advantage, Then To Their Disadvantage.
To Be Famous, In Fact, One Has Only To Kill One's Landlady.
There Is The Good And The Bad, The Great And The Low, The Just And The Unjust. I Swear To You That All That Will Never Change.
Note, Besides, That It Is No More Immoral To Directly Rob Citizens Than To Slip Indirect Taxes Into The Price Of Goods That They Cannot Do Without.
Friendship Often Ends In Love, But Love In Friendship - Never.
I Was Born Poor And Without Religion, Under A Happy Sky, Feeling Harmony, Not Hostility, In Nature. I Began Not By Feeling Torn, But In Plenitude.
Rebellion Cannot Exist Without The Feeling That Somewhere, In Some Way, You Are Justified.
Without Culture, And The Relative Freedom It Implies, Society, Even When Perfect, Is But A Jungle. This Is Why Any Authentic Creation Is A Gift To The Future.
Heroism Is Accessible. Happiness Is More Difficult.
Working Conditions For Me Have Always Been Those Of The Monastic Life: Solitude And Frugality. Except For Frugality, They Are Contrary To My Nature, So Much So That Work Is A Violence I Do To Myself.
Every Great Work Makes The Human Face More Admirable And Richer, And That Is Its Whole Secret.
The Real Passion Of The Twentieth Century Is Servitude.
Every Artist Preserves Deep Within Him A Single Source From Which, Throughout His Lifetime, He Draws What He Is, And What He Says. When The Source Dries Up, The Work Withers And Crumbles.
A Taste For Truth At Any Cost Is A Passion Which Spares Nothing.
All That I Know Most Surely About Morality And Obligations I Owe To Football.
He Who Despairs Of The Human Condition Is A Coward, But He Who Has Hope For It Is A Fool.
Why Should It Be Essential To Love Rarely In Order To Love Much?
Conscious Of Not Being Able To Separate Myself From My Time, I Have Decided To Become Part Of It.