Albert Camus
Albert Camus
Albert Camus; 7 November 1913 – 4 January 1960) was a French philosopher, author, and journalist. His views contributed to the rise of the philosophy known as absurdism. He wrote in his essay The Rebel that his whole life was devoted to opposing the philosophy of nihilism while still delving deeply into individual freedom. He won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1957...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth7 November 1913
CountryFrance
life rebel existentialism
I rebel; therefore I exist.
children men perfect
Children will still die unjustly even in a perfect society. Even by his greatest effort, man can only propose to diminish, arithmetically, the sufferings of the world.
self giving solitude
Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but “steal” some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.
mistake men waiting
You have so much inside you, and the noblest happiness of all. Don’t just wait for a man to come along. That’s the mistake so many women make. Find your happiness in yourself.
dream people elsewhere
I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.
mean feelings existential
Like great works, deep feelings always mean more than they are conscious of saying.
life wise wisdom
The need to be right is the sign of a vulgar mind.
christian world should
What the world requires of the Christians is that they should continue to be Christians.
children numbers world
Perhaps we cannot prevent this world from being a world in which children are tortured. But we can reduce the number of tortured children.
forever psychology logic
Forever I shall be a stranger to myself. In psychology as in logic, there are truths but no truth.
love silence one-day
After another moment's silence she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that one day I might disgust her for the very same reason.
art work simple
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.
innocence innocent persons
The innocent is the person who explains nothing
girl beach morning
Turbulent childhood, adolescent daydreams in the drone of the bus's motor, mornings, unspoiled girls, beaches, young muscles always at the peak of their effort, evening's slight anxiety in a sixteen-year-old-heart, lust for life, fame, and ever the same sky through the years, unfailing in strength and light, itself insatiable, consuming one by one over a period of months the victims stretched out in the form of crosses on the beach at the deathlike hour of noon.