Albert Camus Quotes
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I enjoyed my own nature to the fullest, and we all know there lies happiness, although, to soothe one another mutually, we occasionally pretend to condemn such joys as selfishness.
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I realized people would soon forget me once I was dead. I couldn't even say that this was hard to stomach; really, there's no idea to which one doesn't get acclimatized in time.
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There can be no true goodness, nor true love, without the utmost clear-sightedness.
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It is not your paintings I like, it is your painting.
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To be famous, in fact, one has only to kill one's landlady.
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Only he who is uncompromising as to his rights maintains the sense of duty.
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Freedom of the press is perhaps the freedom that has suffered the most from the gradual degradation of the idea of liberty.
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I have no friends, I only have accomplices now. On the other hand, my accomplices are more numerous than my friends: they are the human race.
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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.
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We are all special cases.
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It's a kind of spiritual snobbery that makes people think they can be happy without money.
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From the evening breeze to this hand on my shoulder, everything has its truth.
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Capital punishment is the most premeditated of murders.
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A profound thought is in a constant state of becoming; it adopts the experience of a life and assumes its shape.
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Only the sea, murmurous behind the dingy checkerboard of houses, told of the unrest, the precariousness, of all things in this world.
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The only real progress lies in learning to be wrong all alone.
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Art does not tolerate reason.
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The world in which we were called to exist was an absurd world, and there was no other in which we could take refuge.
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Somebody has to have the last word. If not, every argument could be opposed by another and we'd never be done with it.
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Integrity has no need of rules.
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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.
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Yes, everything is simple. It's people who complicate things.
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As for those whose role it is to love us – I mean, relatives and in-laws – It's a different tune. They find the right word, but it's usually the one that wounds.
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Truth, like light is dazzling. By contrast, untruth is a beautiful sunset that enhances everything.