Today We Are Always As Ready To

Only He Who Is Uncompromising As To His Rights Maintains The Sense Of Duty.

If I Convince Myself That This Life Has No Other Aspect Than That Of The Absurd, If I Feel That Its Whole Equilibrium Depends On That Perpetual Opposition Between My Conscious Revolt And The Darkness In Which It Struggles, If I Admit That My Freedom Has No Meaning Except In Relation To Its Limited Fate, Then I Must Say That What Counts Is Not The Best Living But The Most Living.

There Are Causes Worth Dying For, But None Worth Killing For.

There Is Nothing Abstract About Pain. It Is Specific, It Is Real, And, When It Is Intense, It Is World Destroying.

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