Now I can broach the notion of suicide. It has already been felt what solution might be given. At this point the problem is reversed. It was previously a question of finding out whether or not life had to have a meaning to be lived. It now becomes clear, on the contrary, that it will be lived all the better if it has no meaning. Living an experience, a particular fate, is accepting it fully. Now, no one will live this fate, knowing it to be absurd, unless he does everything to keep before him that absurd brought to light by consciousness.

True, the initial ideas are in general those of an individual, but the establishment of the reality and truth is in general the work of more than one person.

Thinking is learning all over again how to see, directing one's consciousness, making of every image a privileged place.

In stating these matters, I speak an open and disinterested language, dictated by no passion but that of humanity. To me, who have not only refused offers, because I thought them improper, but have declined rewards I might with reputation have accepted, it is no wonder that meanness and imposition appear disgustful. Independence is my happiness, and I view things as they are, without regard to place or person; my country is the world, and my religion is to do good.

What did it matter if he existed for two or for twenty years? Happiness was the fact that he had existed.

Evil exemplifies the contemptuous transgression and annihilation of virtue.