... We Need The Sweet Pain Of

Our Reason Has Driven All Away. Alone At Last, We End Up Ruling Over A Desert.

To Live Is To Hurt Others, And Through Others, To Hurt Oneself. Cruel Earth! How Can We Manage Not To Touch Anything? To Find What Ultimate Exile?

There Exists An Obvious Fact That Seems Utterly Moral: Namely, That A Man Is Always Prey To His Truths. Once He Has Admitted Them, He Cannot Free Himself From Them. One Has To Pay Something. A Man Who Has Become Conscious Of The Absurd Is Forever Bound To It.

There Is But One Freedom, To Put Oneself Right With Death. After That Everything Is Possible.

When The Soul Suffers Too Much, It Develops A Taste For Misfortune.