You know very well that I no longer think. I am far too intelligent for that. — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
“The whole town rushed outside to celebrate this crowded minute when the time of suffering had ended and the time of forgetting had not… — Albert Camus Copy Share
Being is good, but getting rich is better… If the gods had only the riches of men's adoration, they would be as poor as… — Albert Camus Copy Share
The more I produce, the less I am certain. On the road along which the artist walks, night falls ever more densely. Finally, he… — Albert Camus Copy Share
“Having been, not only mutilated in our country, wounded in our very flesh, but also divested of our most beautiful images, for you gave… — Albert Camus Copy Share
I've seen of enough of people who die for an idea. I don't believe in heroism; I know it's easy and I've learned it… — Albert Camus Copy Share
The best are led to make greater demands upon themselves. As for those who succumb, they did not deserve to survive. — Albert Camus Copy Share
“Then he asked me if I wasn’t interested in a change of life. I said that people never change their lives, that in any… — Albert Camus Copy Share
Life is meaningless, but worth living, provided you recognize it's meaningless. — Albert Camus Copy Share
Thinking of the future, establishing aims for oneself, having preferences-all this presupposes a belief in freedom, even if one occasionally ascertains that one doesn't… — Albert Camus Copy Share
I explained to him, however, that my nature was such that my physical needs often got in the way of my feelings. — Albert Camus Copy Share
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion. — Albert Camus Copy Share
“We love people not because for good they did for us, but for good we did for them.” — Albert Camus Copy Share
You have so much inside you, and the noblest happiness of all. Don’t just wait for a man to come along. That’s the mistake… — Albert Camus Copy Share
The desire for possession is insatiable, to such a point that it can survive even love itself. To love, therefore, is to sterilize the… — Albert Camus Copy Share
