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
moments life-time carrie
Likewise and during every day of an unillustrious life, time carries us. But a moment always comes when we have to carry it.
violence
Violence is both unavoidable and unjustifiable.
absurd
The absurd has meaning only in so far as it is not agreed to.
philosophy ironic passionate
Ironic philosophies produce passionate works.
brother stars night
In that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself--like a brother, really--I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again.
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.
italian men museums
In Italian museums are sometimes found little painted screens that the priest used to hold in front of the face of condemned men to hide the scaffold from them.
passion forgiving age
To create today is to create dangerously. Any publication is an act, and that act exposes one to the passions of an age that forgives nothing.
kind breaking-down mask
Travel breaks down a kind of inner structure we have. Stripped of our props, deprived of our masks, we are completely on the surface of ourselves.
death thinking race
We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking. In that race which daily hastens us towards death, the body maintains its irreparable lead.
silence ears world
The world is never quiet, even its silence eternally resounds with the same notes, in vibrations which escape our ears. As for those that we perceive, they carry sounds to us, occasionally a chord, never a melody.
love-life despair no-love
There is no love of life without despair of life.
cease
The day when I am no more than a writer I shall cease to be a writer.
memories men winning
So all a man could win in the conflict between plague and life was knowledge and memories.