Everything seems futile here except the sun, our kisses, and the wild scents of the earth.… Here, I leave order and moderation to others. The great free love of nature and the sea absorbs me completely.
Happiness and the absurd are two sons of the same earth. They are inseparable.
He belongs to time, and by the horror that seizes him, he recognizes his worst enemy.
I didn't look in Marie's direction. I didn't have time to, because the presiding judge told me in bizarre language that I was to have my head cut off in a public square in the name of the French people...
Conscious of not being able to separate myself from my time, I have decided to become part of it.
There had been as many plagues in the world as there had been wars, yet plagues and wars always find people equelly unprepared.