By Albert Camus
Writing is my love. If you love something, you find a lot of time. I write for two hours a day, usually starting at midnight; at times, I start at 11.
Beautiful day isn’t it? Go out, hand with friends and have fun!
Friendship often ends in love, but love in friendship – never.
Rebellion cannot exist without a strange form of love.
It is necessary to fall in love… if only to provide an alibi for all the random despair you are going to feel anyway.
Human relationships always help us to carry on because they always presuppose further developments, a future – and also because we live as if our only task was precisely to have relationships with other people.
I would like to be able to breathe— to be able to love her by memory or fidelity. But my heart aches. I love you continuously, intensely.
Don’t believe your friends when they ask you to be honest with them. All they really want is to be maintained in the good opinion they have of themselves.
How can sincerity be a condition of friendship? A taste for truth at any cost is a passion which spares nothing.
Man is an idea, and a precious small idea once he turns his back on love.
I should like to be able to love my country and still love justice.
Life can be magnificent and overwhelming – that is the whole tragedy. Without beauty, love, or danger it would almost be easy to live.
Why should it be essential to love rarely in order to love much?
When you find out that there was never anything in the dark side to be afraid of … Nothing is left but to love.
Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.
The world is filled with love-play, from animal lust to sublime compassion.
The quarrels of friends are the opportunities of foes.
I can’t be friends with a man who blows hot and cold with the same breath.
Betray a friend, and you’ll often find you have ruined yourself.
Adversity tests the sincerity of friends.