The Act Of Love Is A Confession.

All Modern Revolutions Have Ended In A Reinforcement Of The Power Of The State.

I Explained To Him, However, That My Nature Was Such That My Physical Needs Often Got In The Way Of My Feelings.

What, Then, Is That Incalculable Feeling That Deprives The Mind Of The Sleep Necessary To Life? A World That Can Be Explained Even With Bad Reasons Is A Familiar World. But, On The Other Hand, In A Universe Suddenly Divested Of Illusions And Lights, Man Feels An Alien, A Stranger. His Exile Is Without Remedy Since He Is Deprived Of The Memory Of A Lost Home Or The Hope Of A Promised Land. This Divorce Between Man And His Life, The Actor And His Setting, Is Properly The Feeling Of Absurdity.

You Always Get Exaggerated Notions Of Things You Don't Know Anything About.

What Is A Rebel? A Man Who Says No: But Whose Refusal Does Not Imply A Renunciation.