If there is sin against life, it consists in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life. – Albert Camus
The myth of unlimited production brings war in its train as inevitably as clouds announce a storm. – Albert Camus
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer. – Albert Camus
And thus the literary man has two fires in his body: the strain of his mental work and the overmuch of blood in his head…. Man, so rich in knowledge, has also become rich in diseases, but poor in health and physical strength. – Sebastian Kneipp, Thus Shalt Thou Live: Hints and Advice for the Healthy and the