Albert Camus Quotes
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A work of art is a confession.
Integrity has no need of rules.
Peace is the only battle worth waging.
Can one be a saint if God does not exist?
To know oneself, one should assert oneself.
The innocent is the person who explains nothing.
Art and revolt will die only with the last human.
To grow old is to pass from passion to compassion.
Freedom is nothing else but a chance to be better.
You cannot create experience. You must undergo it.
An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself.
To be happy, we must not be too concerned with others.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
Don't wait for the Last Judgement. It happens every day.
A novel is never anything but a philosophy put into images.
Everything considered, a determined soul will always manage.
The temptation shared by all forms of intelligence: cynicism.
A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.
Real generosity toward the future lies in giving all to the present.
An achievement is a bondage. It obliges one to a higher achievement.
Intelligence in chains loses in lucidity what it gains in intensity.
Real generosity towards the future lies in giving all to the present.
There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night.
One recognizes one's course by discovering the paths that stray from it.
It is normal give away a little of one's life in order not to lose it all.
What I know most surely about morality and the duty of man I owe to sport.
There is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide.
In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.
Freedom is not constituted primarily of privileges but of responsibilities.
It is terrifying to see how easily, in certain people, all dignity collapses.
Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.
All modern revolutions have ended in a reinforcement of the power of the State.
Without work, all life is rotten. But when work is soulless, life stifles and dies.
In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
Too many people have decided to do without generosity in order to practice charity.
Charm is a way of getting the answer 'yes' without having asked any clear questions.
Without work, all life goes rotten, but when work is soulless, life stifles and dies.
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
The future is the only kind of property that the masters willingly concede to the slaves.
He who despairs of the human condition is a coward, but he who has hope for it is a fool.
Man wants to live, but it is useless to hope that this desire will dictate all his actions.
You are forgiven for your happiness and your successes only if you generously consent to share them.
Imagination offers people consolation for what they cannot be, and humor for what they actually are.
The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
A free press can be good or bad, but, most certainly, without freedom a press will never be anything but bad.
Martyrs, cher ami, must choose between being forgotten, mocked, or made use of. As for being understood—never.
We always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love - first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage.
Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.
Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.
Freedom is not a gift received from a State or a leader but a possession to be won every day by the effort of each and the union of all.
You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.
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, that it is inside ourselves.
All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning. Great works are often born on a street corner or in a restaurant's revolving door.
After all manner of professors have done their best for us, the place we are to get knowledge is in books. The true university of these days is a collection of books.
A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.
What is a rebel? A man who says no, but whose refusal does not imply renunciation. He is also a man who says yes, from the moment he makes his first gesture of rebellion.
At thirty, a man should have himself well in hand, know the exact number of his defects and qualities, know how far he can go, foretell his failures—be what he is. And above all accept these things.
This world in itself is not reasonable, that is all that can be said. But what is absurd is the confrontation of this irrational and the wild longing for clarity whose call echoes in the human heart.
The modern mind is in complete disarray. Knowledge has stretched itself to the point where neither the world nor our intelligence can find any foot-hold. It is a fact that we are suffering from nihilism.
Manhattan. Sometimes from beyond the skyscrapers, across the hundreds of thousands of high walls, the cry of a tugboat finds you in your insomnia in the middle of the night, and you remember that this desert of iron and cement is an island.