Quotes from Albert Camus

I am alive again, now that I can no longer stand to live.

Everybody knows life isn't worth living.

But,' I reminded myself, 'it's common knowledge that life isn't worth living, anyhow.

On good days, if you trust life, life has to answer you.

life is a story and god is author.life is absurd.I think so.

At 30 a man should know himself like the palm of his 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.

Truly fertile Music, the only kind that will move us, that we shall truly appreciate, will be a Music conducive to Dream, which banishes all reason and analysis. One must not wish first to understand and then to feel. Art does not tolerate Reason.

Every artist preserves deep within him a single source from which, throughout his lifetime, he draws what he is, and what he says. When the source dries up, the work withers and crumbles.

Note, besides, that it is no more immoral to directly rob citizens than to slip indirect taxes into the price of goods that they cannot do without.

The artist forges himself to the others, midway between the beauty he cannot do without and the community he cannot tear himself away from. That is why true artists scorn nothing: they are obliged to understand rather than to judge.

Methods of thought which claim to give the lead to our world in the name of revolution have become, in reality, ideologies of consent and not of rebellion.

You cannot acquire experience by making experiments. You cannot create experience. You must undergo it.

There always comes a time when one must choose between contemplation and action. This is called becoming a man.

And never have I felt so deeply at one and the same time so detached from myself and so present in the world.

I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time to the benign indifference of the world.

On my way out I was even going to shake his hand, but I remembered just in time that I'd killed a man.

Real nobility is based on scorn, courage, and profound indifference.

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... inside ourselves.

I draw from the Absurd three consequences: my revolt, my liberty, my passion.

To insure the adoration of a theorem for any length of time, faith is not enough, a police force is needed as well.

I felt as I hadn't felt for ages. I had a foolish desire to burst into tears. for the first time I'd realized how all these people loathed me.

In the end, we would like not to be guilty while at the same time being dispensed of the effort of purifying ourselves. Not enough cynicism and not enough virtue.

Still, obviously, one can't be sensible all the time.

Only it takes time to be happy. A lot of time. Happiness, too, is a long patience.