Always go too far, because that's where you'll find the truth.

Men who have greatness within them don't go in for politics.

Wandering seemed no more than the happiness of an anxious man.

It is always easy to be logical. It is almost impossible to be logical to the bitter end.

Yes, their reasons are overwhelming. They are as big as hope and as deep as revolt. They are the reasons of the future for a country that others tried so long to limit to the gloomy rumination of her past.

In raining bullets on those silent faces, already turned away from this world, you think you are disfiguring the face of our truth.

I think my life is of great importance, but I also think it is meaningless.

Every man needs slaves like he needs clean air. To rule is to breathe, is it not? And even the most disenfranchised get to breathe. The lowest on the social scale have their spouses or their children.

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.

To correct a natural indifference I was placed half-way between misery and the sun. Misery kept me from believing that all was well under the sun, and the sun taught me that history wasn't everything.

I realized people would soon forget me once I was dead. I couldn't even say that this was hard to stomach; really, there's no idea to which one doesn't get acclimatized in time.

People believe a man is in distress because his loved one dies in one day. But his real pain is less futile: it is that he finds out that sadness too does not last. Even pain has no meaning.

On my way out I was even going to shake his hand, but I remembered just in time that I'd killed a man.

Any thought that abandons unity glorifies diversity. And diversity is the home of art.

She was waiting, but she didn't know for what. She was aware only of her solitude, and of the penetrating cold, and of a greater weight in the region of her heart.

Those who weep for the happy periods which they encounter in history acknowledge what they want; not the alleviation but the silencing of misery.

It is not rebellion itself which is noble but the demands it makes upon us.

Always there comes an hour when one is weary of one's work and devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved face, the warmth and wonder of a loving heart.

Virtue cannot separate itself from reality without becoming a principle of evil.

Art and revolt will die only with the last man.