A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.
Albert CamusMots clés art
Whatever prevents you from doing your work has become your work.
Albert CamusJ'écoutais mon cœur. Je ne pouvais imaginer que ce bruit qui m'accompagnait depuis si longtemps pût jamais cesser.
Albert CamusMots clés imagination death heart la-mort cœur
I explained to him, however, that my nature was such that my physical needs often got in the way of my feelings.
Albert CamusMots clés feelings
A man devoid of hope and conscious of being so has ceased to belong to the future.
Albert CamusMots clés hope absurd suicide hopelessness
the one who doesnt play, doesnt win anything, but he actually looses somehting, {playing}
Albert CamusOlkoon niin, olkoon niin, mutta mikä teidän käsityksenne mukaan on elämän palautumista entiselleen?"
"Uudet filmit elokuvateattereissa.
Thus, I always began by assuming the worst; my appeal was dismissed. That meant, of course, I was to die. Sooner than others, obviously. 'But,' I reminded myself, 'it's common knowledge that life isn't worth living, anyhow.' And, on a wide view, I could see that it makes little difference whether one dies at the age of thirty or threescore and ten-- since, in either case, other men will continue living, the world will go on as before. Also, whether I died now or forty years hence, this business of dying had to be got through, inevitably.
Albert CamusI hadn't grasped how days could be at once long and short. Long, no doubt, as periods to live through, but so distended that they ended up by overlapping on each other. In fact, I never thought of days as such; only the words 'yesterday' and 'tomorrow' still kept some meaning.
Albert CamusPolitics and the fate of mankind are formed by men without ideals and without greatness...
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