After all manner of professors have done their best for us, the place we are to get knowledge is in books. The true university of these days is a collection of books.

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.

To insure the adoration of a theorem for any length of time, faith is not enough, a police force is needed as well.

The absurd is the essential concept and the first truth.

A taste for truth at any cost is a passion which spares nothing.

Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.

How can sincerity be a condition of friendship? A taste for truth at any cost is a passion which spares nothing.

We used to wonder where war lived, what it was that made it so vile. And now we realize that we know where it lives... inside ourselves.

The myth of unlimited production brings war in its train as inevitably as clouds announce a storm.

A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.