By Albert Camus
Every morning starts a new page in your story. Make it a great one today.
You’re not cool when you’re mean.
We forfeit three-fourths of ourselves in order to be like other people.
No rose without a thorn but many a thorn without a rose.
Today things are better than yesterday.
Open your mouth and shut your eyes and see what Zeus will send you.
What person, confined in a small room with nothing but a tea-cosy, will not eventually put the tea-cosy on their head?
To be human means to feel inferior.
Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne’er was, nor is, nor e’er shall be.
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Never elated when someone’s oppressed, never dejected when another one’s blessed.
To err is human, to forgive, divine.
Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head.
Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!
And all who told it added something new, and all who heard it, made enlargements too.
I’m not gonna sugarcoat it: It sucks to lose sometimes.
I was born wandering between two worlds, one dead, the other powerless to be born, and have made, in a curious way, the worst of both.
I like being myself. Myself and nasty.
It is unbecoming for young men to utter maxims.