1913 - 1960
Albert Camus was a French philosopher, author, and journalist known for his existentialist works, including "The Stranger" and "The Myth of Sisyphus." He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1957 for his contribution to literature, providing insight into the human condition and the search for meaning in an indifferent world.
Don’t walk in front of me… I may not followDon’t walk behind me… I may not leadWalk beside me… just be my friend
When you have really exhausted an experience you always reverence and love it.
The literal meaning of life is whatever you're doing that prevents you from killing yourself.
Sometimes, carrying on, just carrying on, is the superhuman achievement.
It requires less mental effort to condemn than to think.
The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a human heart. One must imagine that Sisyphus is happy.
It is a kind of spiritual snobbery that makes people think they can be happy without money.
Truth is mysterious, elusive, always to be conquered. Liberty is dangerous, as hard to live with as it is elating. We must march toward these two goals, painfully but resolutely, certain in advance of our failings on so long a road.
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.
You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.
The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself.
In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself. I am happy to be both halves, the watcher and the watched.
Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.
I know that man is capable of great deeds. But if he isn't capable of great emotion, well, he leaves me cold.
Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.
In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.
When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune.
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.