History Only Exists, In The Final Analysis,

We Are Not Certain, We Are Never Certain.

Autumn Is A Second Spring When Every Leaf Is A Flower.

There Is But One Truly Serious Philosophical Problem And That Is Suicide.

A Man Who Has Become Conscious Of The Absurd Is For Ever Bound To It.

In Order To Understand The World, One Has To Turn Away From It On Occasion; In Order To Serve Others Better, One Has To Hold Them At A Distance For A Time. But Where Can One Find The Solitude Necessary To Vigor, The Deep Breath In Which The Mind Collects Itself And Courage Gauges Its Strength? There Remain Big Cities.