 Some people talk in their sleep. Lecturers talk while other people sleep. |
| I know of only one duty, and that is to love. |
| We continue to shape our personality all our life. If we knew ourselves perfectly, we should die. |
| Culture: the cry of men in face of their destiny. |
| At any street corner the feeling of absurdity can strike any man in the face. |
| The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor. |
| A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened. |
| 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. |
| He who despairs of the human condition is a coward, but he who has hope for it is a fool. |
| We rarely confide in those who are better than we are. |
| The society based on production is only productive, not creative. |
| The welfare of the people in particular has always been the alibi of tyrants. |
| Nothing is more despicable than respect based on fear. |
| Methods of thought which claim to give the lead to our world in the name of revolution have become, in reality, ideologies of consent and not of rebellion. |
| Your successes and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them. |
| We used to wonder where war lived, what it was that made it so vile. And now we realize that we know where it lives... inside ourselves. |
| To assert in any case that a man must be absolutely cut off from society because he is absolutely evil amounts to saying that society is absolutely good, and no-one in his right mind will believe this today. |
| The real passion of the twentieth century is servitude. |
| If there is sin against life, it consists... in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life. |
| 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. |
