Here Lives A Free Man. Nobody Serves

The Absurd Is The Essential Concept And The First Truth.

In The Vast Reaches Of The Dry, Cold Night, Thousands Of Stars Were Constantly Appearing, And Their Sparkling Icicles, Loosened At Once, Began To Slip Gradually Toward The Horizon.

True Artists Scorn Nothing.

The Real 19th Century Prophet Was Dostoevsky, Not Karl Marx.

In Every Guilty Man, There Is Some Innocence. This Makes Every Absolute Condemnation Revolting.