My Dear Friend, We Mustn't Give Them

The Absurd Depends As Much On Man As On The World. For The Moment, It Is All That Links Them Together.

When Love Ceases To Be Tragic It Is Something Else And The Individual Again Throws Himself In Search Of Tragedy.

...the Play Of The Toughest And Most Lucid Mind Are At The Same Time Both Lavished Andsquandered.

I Feel More Fellowship With The Defeated Than With Saints.

I Do Not Want To Found Anything On The Incomprehensible. I Want To Know Whether I Can Live With What I Know And With That Alone.