True artists scorn nothing. Albert Camus More Quotes by Albert Camus More Quotes From Albert Camus There is always a certain hour of the day and of the night when a man’s courage is at its lowest ebb, and it was that hour only that he feared. Albert Camus hours men night I know simply that the sky will last longer than I. Albert Camus lasts knows sky There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide. Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy. All the rest — whether or not the world has three dimensions, whether the mind has nine or twelve categories — comes afterwards. These are games; one must first answer. Albert Camus philosophical suicide philosophy To feel absolutely right is the beginning of the end. Albert Camus ends feels In this respect, our townsfolk were like everybody else, wrapped up in themselves; in other words, they were humanists: they disbelieved in pestilences. A pestilence isn't a thing made to man's measure; therefore we tell ourselves that pestilence is a mere bogy of the mind, a bad dream that will pass away. But it doesn't always pass away and, from one bad dream to another, it is men who pass away, and the humanists first of all, because they have taken no precautions. Albert Camus taken dream men Sometimes at night I would sleep open-eyed underneath a sky dripping with stars. I was alive then. Albert Camus stars sleep night A loveless world is a dead world. Albert Camus loveless world When I look at my life and its secret colors, I feel like bursting into tears. Albert Camus tears secret looks There can be no question of masking the evidence, of suppressing the absurd by denying one of the terms of its equation. It is essential to know whether one can live with it or whether, on the other hand, logic commands one to die of it. Albert Camus logic essentials hands When I see a new face, something sets off an alarm bell inside me. 'slow down! Danger!' Even when the attraction is strongest, I am on my guard. Albert Camus bells alarms faces There is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving. All of us, today, are dying of this misfortune. For violence and hatred dry up the heart itself; the long fight for justice exhausts the love that nevertheless gave birth to it. Albert Camus dry-up fighting heart Poor and free rather than rich and enslaved. Of course, men want to be both rich and free, and this is what leads them at times to be poor and enslaved. Albert Camus rich want men As a remedy to life in society I would suggest the big city. Nowadays, it is the only desert within our means. Albert Camus cities life mean Freedom is not a reward or a decoration that is celebrated with champagne...Oh no! It's a...long distance race, quite solitary and very exhausting. Albert Camus distance race long For the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe. To feel it so like myself, indeed so brotherly, made me realize that I'd been happy, and that I was happy still. Albert Camus heart happiness firsts Ah, mon cher, for anyone who is alone, without God and without a master, the weight of days is dreadful. Albert Camus solitude weight religion I make myself strict rules in order to correct my nature. But it is my nature that I finally obey. Albert Camus strict-rules strict order Once crime was as solitary as a cry of protest; now it is as universal as science. Yesterday it was put on trial; today it determines the law. Albert Camus trials law yesterday If man is reduced to being nothing but a character in history, he has no other choice but to subside into the sound and fury of acompletely irrational history or to endow history with the form of human reason. Albert Camus character men history I can negate everything of that part of me that lives on vague nostalgias, except this desire for unity, this longing to solve, this need for clarity and cohesion. I can refute everything in this world surrounding me that offends or enraptures me, except this chaos, this sovereign chance and this divine equivalence which springs from anarchy. I don't know whether this world has meaning that transcends it. But I know that I do not know that meaning and that it is impossible for me just now to know it. What can a meaning outside my condition mean to me? I can understand only in human terms. Albert Camus unity spring mean
