Between the certainty I have of my existence and the content I try to give to that assurance, the gap will never be filled. Forever I shall be a stranger to myself. In psychology as in logic, there are truths but no truth. Socrates’ “Know thyself” has as much value as the “Be virtuous” of our confessionals. They reveal a nostalgia at the same time

(what is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying).

“It’s absurd” means “It’s impossible” but also “It’s contradictory.” If I see a man armed only with a sword attack a group of machine guns, I shall consider his act to be absurd. But it is so solely by virtue of the disproportion between his intention and the reality he will encounter, of the contradiction I notice between his true strength and the

it ends up by finding a meaning and depth in it.

What freedom can exist in the fullest sense without assurance of eternity?

Yet all the knowledge on earth will give me nothing to assure me that this world is mine.

Why should it be essential to love rarely in order to love much?

THERE is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide. Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy.

At the end of the awakening comes, in time, the consequence: suicide or recovery.