But Perhaps We Should Love What We

There Is Merely Bad Luck In Not Being Loved; There Is Misfortune In Not Loving. All Of Us, Today, Are Dying Of This Misfortune. For Violence And Hatred Dry Up The Heart Itself; The Long Fight For Justice Exhausts The Love That Nevertheless Gave Birth To It.

All Healthy Men Have Thought Of Their Own Suicide

We [raymond And Meursault] Stared At Each Other Without Blinking, And Everything Came To A Stop There Between The Sea, The Sand, And The Sun, And The Double Silence Of The Flute And The Water. It Was Then That I Realized That You Could Either Shoot Or Not Shoot.

But Perhaps We Should Love What We Cannot Understand

He Was Conscious Of The Disastrous Fact That Love And Desire Must Be Expressed In The Same Way.