We continue to shape our personality all our life. If we knew ourselves perfectly, we should die.
For centuries the death penalty, often accompanied by barbarous refinements, has been trying to hold crime in check; yet crime persists. Why? Because the instincts that are warring in man are not, as the law claims, constant forces in a state of equilibrium.
When you have really exhausted an experience you always reverence and love it.
Your successes and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them.
Without work, all life goes rotten. But when work is soulless, life stifles and dies.
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.
The artist forges himself to the others, midway between the beauty he cannot do without and the community he cannot tear himself away from. That is why true artists scorn nothing: they are obliged to understand rather than to judge.
The absurd is the essential concept and the first truth.
An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself.
It is a kind of spiritual snobbery that makes people think they can be happy without money.
To know oneself, one should assert oneself.
Truth is mysterious, elusive, always to be conquered. Liberty is dangerous, as hard to live with as it is elating. We must march toward these two goals, painfully but resolutely, certain in advance of our failings on so long a road.
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.
Without freedom, no art; art lives only on the restraints it imposes on itself, and dies of all others.
There is no love of life without despair of life.
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