Abstract Art: A product of the untalented, sold by the unprincipled to the utterly bewildered.

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Of who and of what indeed can I say: “I know that!” This heart within me I can feel, and I judge that it exists. This world I can touch, and likewise judge that it exists. There ends all my knowledge and the rest is construction.

The Myth of Sisyphus: And Other Essays

I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate.

Meursault in The Stranger

A man without ethics is a wild beast loosed upon this world.

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Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.

Ah, mon cher, for anyone who is alone, without God and without a master, the weight of days is dreadful.

The Fall