... We Need The Sweet Pain Of

In Default Of Inexhaustible Happiness, Eternal Suffering Would At Least Give Us A Destiny. But We Do Not Even Have That Consolation, And Our Worst Agonies Come To An End One Day.

It Is Immoral Not To Tell.

A Man Who Has Become Conscious Of The Absurd Is For Ever Bound To It.

To Live Is To Hurt Others, And Through Others, To Hurt Oneself. Cruel Earth! How Can We Manage Not To Touch Anything? To Find What Ultimate Exile?

A Sub-clerk In The Post-office Is The Equal Of A Conqueror If Consciousness Is Common To Them.