Chaque fois que j’entends un discours politique ou que je lis ceux qui nous dirigent, je suis effrayé depuis des années de n’entendre rien qui rende un son humain. Ce sont toujours les mêmes mots qui disent les mêmes mensonges. Et que les hommes s’en accommodent, que la colère du peuple n’ait pas encore brisé les fantoches, j’y vois la preuve que l

What Camus is honest about is what Heidegger calls Angst, the anxiety that emerges in such moments, calling into question everything that we consider to be the homey faux-comfort of our absorption in the world.

Stupidity has a knack of getting its way; as we should see if we were not always so much wrapped up in ourselves.

Que l'histoire politique puisse jouer un rôle dans ma propre vie continuait à me déconcerter, et à me répugner un peu. Je me rendais bien compte pourtant, et depuis des années, que l'écart croissant, devenu abyssal, entre la population et ceux qui parlaient en son nom, politiciens et journalistes, devait nécessairement conduire à quelque chose de c

Whenever politicians start talking in mystical terms, beware. They might be trying to disguise and excuse real suffering by wrapping it up in big, incomprehensible words. Be particularly careful about the following four words: “sacrifice,” “eternity,” “purity,” “redemption.” If you hear any of these four, sound the alarm. And if you happen to live

And you give me the choice between a description that is sure but that teaches me nothing and hypotheses that claim to teach me but that are not sure. A stranger to myself and to the world, armed solely with a thought that negates itself as soon as it asserts, what is this condition in which I can have peace only by refusing to know and to live, in