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As usual I finish the day before the sea, sumptuous this evening beneath the moon, which writes Arab symbols with phosphorescent streaks on the slow swells. There is no end to the sky and the waters. How well they accompany sadness!
(Albert Camus (1913-1960), French Algerian philosopher, author. American Journals (1978, trans. 1988).
Written July 3, 1949 while crossing the Atlantic en route to South America.)
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Virtue cannot separate itself from reality without becoming a principle of evil.
(Albert Camus (1913-1960), French-Algerian philosopher, author. "Moderation and Excess," pt. 5, The Rebel (1951, trans. 1953).)
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It is easier to kill what we do not know.
(Albert Camus (1913-1960), French-Algerian novelist, dramatist, philosopher. Gallimard (1958). The Mother in The Misunderstanding, act 1, sc. 1, Plιiade (1962).)
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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.
(Albert Camus (1913-1960), French-Algerian philosopher, author. "Beyond Nihilism," pt. 5, The Rebel (1951, trans. 1953).)
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[Love] is the type of disease that spares neither the intelligent nor the idiotic.
(Albert Camus (1913-1960), French-Algerian novelist, dramatist, philosopher. Gallimard (1958). Caligula, act 1, sc. 1, Plιiade (1962).)
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As a remedy to life in society I would suggest the big city. Nowadays, it is the only desert within our means.
(Albert Camus (1913-1960), French-Algerian philosopher, author. Notebooks 1935-1942, entry for March 1940 (1962).)
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The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.
(Albert Camus (1913-1960), French-Algerian philosopher, author. The Myth of Sisyphus, ch. 4 (1942, trans. 1955).)
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