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
facts well-known wells
It is a well-known fact that we always recognize our homeland when we are about to lose it.
moon world needs
This world, such as it is, is not tolerable. Therefore I need the moon, or happiness, or immortality, I need something which is perhaps demented, but which is not of this world.
cells desire faces
I was tormented by my desire for a woman ... I thought so much about a woman, about women, about all the ones I had known, about all the circumstances in which I had enjoyed them, that my cell would be filled with their faces and crowded with my desires.
happiness encouragement goes-on
All men have a sweetness in their life. That is what helps them go on. It is towards that they turn when they feel too worn out.
love sacrifice giving
That is love, to give away everything, to sacrifice everything, without the slightest desire to get anything in return.3
ideas knows exaggerated
One always has exaggerated ideas about what one doesn't know.
crush believe desire
What is human in me is not what is best in me. What is human in me is that I desire, and to obtain what I desire, I believe I would crush anything that stood in my way.
stars night sky
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.
men doe rebel
What is a rebel? A man who says no: but whose refusal does not imply a renunciation.
stars sleep night
Sometimes at night I would sleep open-eyed underneath a sky dripping with stars. I was alive then.
life truth party
If absolute truth belongs to anyone in this world, it certainly does not belong to the man or party that claims to possess it.
art pain lying
After all perhaps the greatness of art lies in the perpetual tension between beauty and pain, the love of men and the madness of creation, unbearable solitude and the exhausting crowd, rejection and consent.
life world existentialism
I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.
struggle passion existentialism
There is scarcely any passion without struggle.