Where There Is No Hope, We Must

One Must Imagine Sisyphus Happy.

There Are People Who Prefer To Look Their Fate In The Eye

Without Freedom There Is No Art.

Life Continues, And Some Mornings, Weary Of The Noise, Discouraged By The Prospect Of The Interminable Work To Keep After, Sickened Also By The Madness Of The World That Leaps At You From The Newspaper, Finally Convinced That I Will Not Be Equal To It And That I Will Disappoint Everyone - All I Want To Do Is Sit Down And Wait For Evening. This Is What I Feel Like, And Sometimes I Yield To It.

Those Who Lack The Courage Will Always Find A Philosophy To Justify It.