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
giving-up justice giving
Without giving up anything on the plane of justice, yeild nothing on the plane of freedom
integrity law justice
How many crimes are permitted simply because their authors could not endure being wrong.
justice liberty contradiction
Absolute justice is achieved by the suppression of all contradiction, therefore it destroys freedom.
freedom justice liberty
Absolute freedom mocks at justice. Absolute justice denies freedom.
believe justice people
If pimps and thieves everywhere were always punished, honest people would all believe themselves always to be innocent.
divine-justice would-be sin
He was expressing his certainty that my appeal would be granted, but I was carrying the burden of a sin from which I had to free myself. According to him, human justice was nothing and divine justice was everything. I pointed out it was the former that had condemned me.
justice crowns slave
The slave begins by demanding justice and ends by wanting to wear a crown.
country justice able
I should like to be able to love my country and still love justice.
grief men justice
Against eternal injustice, man must assert justice, and to protest against the universe of grief, he must create happiness.
experience-yourself justice soul
You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.
men justice trying
I don't want to be a genius-I have enough problems just trying to be a man.
barely books boredom came cities cling gestures human realm remembered surface thus women words
Then came human beings, they wanted to cling but there was nothing to cling to. Thus I progressed on the surface of life, in the realm of words as it were, never in reality. All those books barely read, those friends barely loved, those cities barely visited, those women barely possessed! I went through the gestures out of boredom or absent-mindedness. Then came the human beings, they wanted to cling, but there was nothing to cling to, and that was unfortunate - for them. As for me, I forgot. I never remembered anything but myself.
carry fight ourselves places task unleash within
We all carry within us our places of exile, our crimes, and our ravages. But our task is not to unleash them on the world; it is to fight them in ourselves and in others.
itself mind watches whose
An intellectual is a person whose mind watches itself