The absurd depends as much on man as on the world. For the moment, it is all that links them together.

The misery and greatness of this world: it offers no truths, but only objects for love. Absurdity is king, but love saves us from it.

A man devoid of hope and conscious of being so has ceased to belong to the future.

Seeking what is true is not seeking what is desirable.

What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying.

How unbearable, for women, is the tenderness which a man can give them without love. For men, how bittersweet this is.