When I look at my life and its secret colours, I feel like bursting into tears.
- Albert Camus, A Happy Death
- Albert Camus, A Happy Death
I used to advertise my loyalty and I don't believe there is a single person I loved that I didn't eventually betray.
- Albert Camus, The Fall
- Albert Camus, The Fall
When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune.
- Albert Camus, The First Man
- Albert Camus, The First Man
The love boat has crashed against the everyday
You and I, we are quits
And there is no use listing mutual hurts, sorrows, and pains.
- Vladimir Mayakovsky, Selected Poems
You and I, we are quits
And there is no use listing mutual hurts, sorrows, and pains.
- Vladimir Mayakovsky, Selected Poems
Even the voice of conscience undergoes mutation.
- Stanisław Jerzy Lec, More Unkempt Thoughts
- Stanisław Jerzy Lec, More Unkempt Thoughts
“How can anyone become a thinker if he does not spend at least a third of the day without passions, people and books?”
—Human, All Too Human, “The Wanderer and His Shadow,” §324.
—Human, All Too Human, “The Wanderer and His Shadow,” §324.