To Be Happy, We Must Not Be

I Draw From The Absurd Three Consequences: My Revolt, My Liberty, My Passion.

I Grew Up With The Sea, And Poverty For Me Was Sumptuous; Then I Lost The Sea And Found All Luxuries Gray And Poverty Unbearable.

There Can Be No True Goodness, Nor True Love, Without The Utmost Clear-sightedness.

What More Ghastly Image Can Be Called Up Than That Of A Man Betrayed By His Body Who, Simply Because He Did Not Die In Time, Lives Out The Comedy While Awaiting The End, Face To Face With That God He Does Not Adore, Serving Him As He Served Life, Kneeling Before A Void And Arms Outstretched Toward A Heaven Without Eloquence That He Knows To Be Also Without Depth?

Rule: Start By Looking For What Is Valid In Every Man.