Today We Are Always As Ready To

Where There Is No Hope, We Must Invent It.

Murder Is Terribly Exhausting.

The Absurd Depends As Much On Man As On The World. For The Moment, It Is All That Links Them Together.

To Understand One's World, One Must Sometimes Turn Away From It! To Serve Better, One Must Briefly Hold It At A Distance. Where Can The Necessary Solitude Be Found, The Long Breathing Space In Which Mind Gathers Its Strength And Takes Stock Of Its Courage.

If You Keep On Excusing, You Eventually Give Your Blessing To The Slave Camp, To Cowardly Force, To Organized Executioners, To The Cynicism Of Great Political Monsters; You Finally Hand Over Your Brothers.