A Stranger To Myself And To The

My Great Idea Is That We Must Forgive The Pope. First Of All, He Needs It More Than Anyone Else. Besides, It Is The Only Way Of Placing Oneself Above Him.

Yes, And When The Love Of Life Disappears, No Meaning Can Console Us.

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

In Fact, It Comes To This: Nobody Is Capable Of Really Thinking About Anyone, Even In The Worst Calamity. For Really To Think About Someone Means Thinking About That Person Every Minute Of The Day, Without Letting One’s Thoughts Be Diverted By Anything- By Meals, By A Fly That Settles On One’s Cheek, By Household Duties, Or By A Sudden Itch Somewhere. But There Are Always Flies And Itches. That’s Why Life Is Difficult To Live.

And Real Nobility (that Of The Heart) Is Based On Scorn, Courage, And Profound Indifference.