He Who Despairs Of The Human Condition

For If There Is A Sin Against Life, It Consists Perhaps Not So Much In Despairing Of Life As In Hoping For Another Life And In Eluding The Implacable Grandeur Of This Life.

No Matter How The Sun Shone, The Sea Held Forth No More Promises.

Travel, Which Is Like A Greater And A Graver Science, Brings Us Back To Ourselves.

There Can Be No Question Of Masking The Evidence, Of Suppressing The Absurd By Denying One Of The Terms Of Its Equation. It Is Essential To Know Whether One Can Live With It Or Whether, On The Other Hand, Logic Commands One To Die Of It.

There Is Only One Class Of Men, The Privileged Class