One Must Imagine Sisyphus Happy.

No Matter How The Sun Shone, The Sea Held Forth No More Promises.

There Is No Love Of Life Without Despair Of Life.

There Are Crimes Of Passion And Crimes Of Logic. The Boundary Between Them Is Not Clearly Defined.

The Laws Of Nature May Be Operative Up To A Certain Limit, Beyond Which They Turn Against Themselves To Give Birth To The Absurd.

Nothing Is More Despicable Than Respect Based On Fear.