Happiness And The Absurd Are Two Sons

Beauty Is Unbearable, Drives Us To Despair, Offering Us For A Minute The Glimpse Of An Eternity That We Should Like To Stretch Out Over The Whole Of Time.

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.

Camus Himself Described This Work As 'an Attempt To Understand The Time I Live In'.

Death Means Nothing To Men Like Me. It's The Event That Proves Them Right.

In Holland, Everyone Is An Expert In Painting And In Tulips.