Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. Albert Camus autumnflowerleaf Change image and share on social
Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time. Albert Camus beautydespairdrive Change image and share on social
It is a kind of spiritual snobbery that makes people think they can be happy without money. Albert Camus happykindmake Change image and share on social
When you have really exhausted an experience you always reverence and love it. Albert Camus exhaustexperiencelove Change image and share on social
Man is an idea, and a precious small idea once he turns his back on love. Albert Camus backidealove Change image and share on social
How hard, how bitter it is to become a man! Albert Camus bitterhardman Change image and share on social
Why should it be essential to love rarely in order to love much? Albert Camus essentialloveorder Change image and share on social
Every artist preserves deep within him a single source from which, throughout his lifetime, he draws what he is, and what he says. When the source dries up, the work withers and crumbles. Albert Camus artistcrumbledeep Change image and share on social
The only real progress lies in learning to be wrong all alone. Albert Camus learnlieprogress Change image and share on social
In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer. Albert Camus depthfinallyinvincible Change image and share on social
