The absurd hero's refusal to hope becomes his singular ability to live in the present with passion. Albert Camus More Quotes by Albert Camus More Quotes From Albert Camus We are living in the era of premeditation and the perfect crime. Our criminals are no longer helpless children who could plead love as their excuse. On the contrary, they are adults and the have the perfect alibi: philosophy, which can be used for any purpose - even for transforming murderers into judges. Albert Camus perfect philosophy children A man devoid of hope and conscious of being so has ceased to belong to the future. Albert Camus conscious men Believe me, the hardest thing for a man to give up is that which he really doesn't want, after all. Albert Camus giving-up men believe The only serious question in life is whether to kill yourself or not. Albert Camus suicide philosophy life There are people who vindicate the world, who help others live just by their presence. Albert Camus helping-others people world Martyrs, my friend, have to choose between being forgotten, mocked or used. As for being understood - never. Albert Camus martyr used forgotten But sometimes it takes more courage to live than to shoot yourself. Albert Camus sometimes ...we rarely confide in those who are better than we. Rather, we are more inclined to flee their society. Most often, on the other hand, we confess to those who are like us and who share our weaknesses. Hence we don't want to improve ourselves and be bettered, for we should first have to be judged in default. We merely wish to be pitied and encouraged in the course we have chosen. In short, we should like, at the same time, to cease being guilty and yet not to make the effort of cleansing ourselves. Albert Camus effort wish hands You know, a man always judges himself by the balance he can strike between the needs of his body and the demands of his mind. You're judging yourself now, Mersaut, and you don't like the sentence. Albert Camus judging-yourself mind men All men have a sweetness in their life. That is what helps them go on. It is towards that they turn when they feel too worn out. Albert Camus encouragement goes-on happiness I feel like getting married, or committing suicide, or subscribing to L'Illustration. Something desperate, you know. Albert Camus illustration married suicide There is so much stubborn hope in the human heart. Albert Camus human-heart stubborn heart It is always easy to be logical. It is almost impossible to be logical to the bitter end. Albert Camus bitter logic impossible For a man who loves power, competition from the gods is annoying. I have done away with that. I have proven to these illusory godsthat a man, if he has the will, can practice, without any apprenticeship, their ridiculous trade. Albert Camus power practice men 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. Albert Camus horizon stars night The only really committed artist is he who, without refusing to take part in the combat, at least refuses to join the regular armies and remains a freelance. Albert Camus combat army artist Europe has lived on its contradictions, flourished on its differences, and, constantly transcending itself thereby, has created a civilization on which the whole world depends even when rejecting it. This is why I do not believe in a Europe unified under the weight of an ideology or of a technocracy that overlooked these differences. Albert Camus europe civilization believe I was tormented by my desire for a woman ... I thought so much about a woman, about women, about all the ones I had known, about all the circumstances in which I had enjoyed them, that my cell would be filled with their faces and crowded with my desires. Albert Camus cells would-be desire We used to wonder where war lived, what it was that made it so vile. And now we realize that we know where it lives... inside ourselves. Albert Camus realizing war peace Although it was the middle of winter, I finally realized that, within me, summer was inextinguishable. Albert Camus middle summer winter
