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
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Style, like sheer silk, too often hides eczema
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Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower
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...There are more things to admire in men than to despise.
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There is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide. Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy.
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In the depths of winter I finally learned there was in me an invincible summer
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In the depth of winter I finally learned that there within me lay an invincible summer.
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I'll tell you a big secret, my friend: Don't wait for the Last Judgment. It happens every day.
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In the midst of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
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I am well aware that an addiction to silk underwear does not necessarily imply that one's feet are dirty. None the less, style, like sheer silk, too often hides eczema.
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How many crimes committed merely because their authors could not endure being wrong!
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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.
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Abstract Art: A product of the untalented, sold by the unprincipled to the utterly bewildered.
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It's no use reminding yourself daily that you are mortal: it will be brought home to you soon enough
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) it is the image of this woman, sitting idly be her Algiers window indifferently watching life pass her by. He pities his mother but that is not the same as love. Feeling this detachment, he can begin to understand her unhappiness.