Ah, Mon Cher, For Anyone Who Is

A Loveless World Is A Dead World.

... Habit Starts At The Second Crime. At The First One, Something Is Ending.

Once One's Up Against It, The Precise Manner Of One's Death Has Obviously Small Importance.

I Said That The World Is Absurd, But I Was Too Hasty. This World In Itself Is Not Reasonable, That Is All That Can Be Said. But What Is Absurd Is The Confrontation Of This Irrational And The Wild Longing For Clarity Whose Call Echoes In The Human Heart.

It Is Not The World That Is Absurd, Nor Human Thought: The Absurd Arises When The Human Need To Understand Meets The Unreasonableness Of The World, When 'my Appetite For The Absolute And For Unity' Meets 'the Impossibility Of Reducing This World To A Rational And Reasonable Principle.'