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
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.
world tasks crime
We all carry within us places of exile, our crimes, our ravages. Our task is not to unleash them on the world; it is to transform them in ourselves and others.
rain struggle reality
In order to speak about all and to all, one has to speak of what all know and of the reality common to us all. The sea, rains, necessity, desire, the struggle against death... these are things that unite us all.
simple people
Yes, everything is simple. It's people who complicate things.
memories joy stranger
I was assailed by memories of a life that wasn't mine anymore, but one in which I'd found the simplest and most lasting joys.
life may interest
I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn't.