Albert Camus Quotes
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There is in me an anarchy and frightful disorder. Creating makes me die a thousand deaths, because it means making order, and my entire being rebels against order. But without it I would die, scattered to the winds.
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The first choice an artist makes is precisely to be an artist, and if he chooses to be an artist it is in consideration of what he is himself and because of a certain idea he has of art.
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Love is the kind of illness that does not spare the intelligent or the dull.
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Some other memories of the funeral have stuck in my mind. The old boy’s face, for instance, when he caught up with us for the last time, just outside the village. His eyes were streaming with tears, of exhaustion or distress, or both together. But because of the wrinkles they couldn’t flow down. They spread out, crisscrossed, and formed a smooth gloss on the old, worn face.
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At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman.
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False judges are held up in the world's admiration and I alone know the true ones.
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In every guilty man, there is some innocence. This makes every absolute condemnation revolting.
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Most men are like me. They cannot live in a universe where the most bizarre thought can in one second enter into the realm of reality--where, most often, it does enter, like a knife in a heart.
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The kingdom of heaven will, in fact, appear on earth , but it will be ruled over by men a mere handful to begin with, who will be the Cassars, because they were the first to understand and later, with time, by all men.
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Big tears of frustration and exhaustion were streaming down his cheeks. But because of all the wrinkles, they weren't dripping off. They spread out and ran together again, leaving a watery film over his ruined face.
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And so I learned that familiar paths traced in the dusk of summer evenings may lead as well to prison as to innocent untroubled sleep.
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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 feel it.
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I am too much in love with my lies and hypocrisies not to confess them fervently.
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Happiness is generous. It does not subsist on destruction.
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Fancy language, like poplin, too often conceals an eczema.
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We turn toward God only to obtain the impossible.
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We spend our days in deliberating, and we end them without coming to any resolve.
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You will always win if you make an effort, no matter how much. However, if you failed it means you were too lazy.
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Have you no hope at all? And do you really live with the thought that when you die, you die, and nothing remains?" "Yes," I said.
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The absurd hero's refusal to hope becomes his singular ability to live in the present with passion.
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Marxism is not scientific: at the best, it has scientific prejudices.
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Again and again there comes a time in history when the man who dares to say that two and two make four is punished with death. ("The Plague")
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A man is more a man through the things he keeps to himself than through those he says.
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We can't do without dominating others or being served.... The essential thing, in sum, is being able to get angry without the other person being able to answer back.