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. – Albert Camus
Alas after a certain age, every man is responsible for his own face. – Albert Camus
To live is to hurt others, and through others, to hurt oneself. Cruel earth! How can we manage not to touch anything? To find what ultimate exile? – Albert Camus
Truly fertile Music, the only kind that will move us, that we shall truly appreciate, will be a Music conducive to Dream, which banishes all reason and analysis. One must not wish first to understand and then to feel. Art does not tolerate Reason. – Albert Camus