알베르 카뮈
일이 없는 모든 삶은 썩은 것이나 다름없다. 하지만 영혼이 없는 일은 삶을 숨막히고 죽게 만든다.
우리는 일생 동안 계속해서 우리의 성격을 만들어 나간다. 만약 자기 자신을 완벽하게 안다고 한다면, 그는 지금 죽어야만 한다.
언론의 자유는 당연히 좋거나 나쁠 수 있지만 자유 없이 언론은 무조건 나쁜것 말고는 아무것도 없다.
돈이 돈을 부르듯이 성공이 성공을 부른다
나는 한 가지 책임만 아는데, 그것은 사랑하는 것이다.
경험을 창작해 낼 수는 없다. 경험은 반드시 직접적인 수행 과정을 통해서만이 얻을 수 있다.
Your successes and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them.
You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.
You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer ‘yes’ without having asked any clear question.
You are forgiven for your happiness and your successes only if you generously consent to share them.
Without freedom, no art; art lives only on the restraints it imposes on itself, and dies of all others.
Without culture, and the relative freedom it implies, society, even when perfect, is but a jungle. This is why any authentic creation is a gift to the future.
When you have really exhausted an experience you always reverence and love it.
What the world requires of the Christians is that they should continue to be Christians.
We used to wonder where war lived, what it was that made it so vile. And now we realize that we know where it lives… inside ourselves.
We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking. In that race which daily hastens us towards death, the body maintains its irreparable lead.
We call first truths those we discover after all the others.
We are all special cases.
Virtue cannot separate itself from reality without becoming a principle of evil.
Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.
Truly fertile Music, the only kind that will move us, that we shall truly appreciate, will be a Music conducive to Dream, which banishes all reason and analysis. One must not wish first to understand and then to feel. Art does not tolerate Reason.
Too many have dispensed with generosity in order to practice charity.
To know oneself, one should assert oneself.
To insure the adoration of a theorem for any length of time, faith is not enough, a police force is needed as well.
To correct a natural indifference I was placed half-way between misery and the sun. Misery kept me from believing that all was well under the sun, and the sun taught me that history wasn’t everything.
To be happy we must not be too concerned with others.
To assert in any case that a man must be absolutely cut off from society because he is absolutely evil amounts to saying that society is absolutely good, and no-one in his right mind will believe this today.
To abandon oneself to principles is really to die – and to die for an impossible love which is the contrary of love.
Those who write clearly have readers, those who write obscurely have commentators.
Those who weep for the happy periods which they encounter in history acknowledge what they want; not the alleviation but the silencing of misery.
There will be no lasting peace either in the heart of individuals or in social customs until death is outlawed.
There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.
There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide.
The world is never quiet, even its silence eternally resounds with the same notes, in vibrations which escape our ears. As for those that we perceive, they carry sounds to us, occasionally a chord, never a melody.
The welfare of the people in particular has always been the alibi of tyrants.
The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
The society based on production is only productive, not creative.
The real passion of the twentieth century is servitude.
The principles which men give to themselves end by overwhelming their noblest intentions.
The only real progress lies in learning to be wrong all alone.
The myth of unlimited production brings war in its train as inevitably as clouds announce a storm.
The most eloquent eulogy of capitalism was made by its greatest enemy. Marx is only anti-capitalist in so far as capitalism is out of date.
The modern mind is in complete disarray. Knowledge has stretched itself to the point where neither the world nor our intelligence can find any foot-hold. It is a fact that we are suffering from nihilism.
The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.
The evil that is in the world almost always comes of ignorance, and good intentions may do as much harm as malevolence if they lack understanding.
The desire for possession is insatiable, to such a point that it can survive even love itself. To love, therefore, is to sterilize the person one loves.
The absurd is the essential concept and the first truth.
That must be wonderful; I have no idea of what it means.
Stupidity has a knack of getting its way.
Retaliation is related to nature and instinct, not to law. Law, by definition, cannot obey the same rules as nature.
Real nobility is based on scorn, courage, and profound indifference.
Real generosity toward the future lies in giving all to the present.
Our civilization survives in the complacency of cowardly or malignant minds – a sacrifice to the vanity of aging adolescents. In 1953, excess is always a comfort, and sometimes a career.
Only a philosophy of eternity, in the world today, could justify non-violence.
One leader, one people, signifies one master and millions of slaves.
Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.
Methods of thought which claim to give the lead to our world in the name of revolution have become, in reality, ideologies of consent and not of rebellion.
Men are never really willing to die except for the sake of freedom: therefore they do not believe in dying completely.
Men are convinced of your arguments, your sincerity, and the seriousness of your efforts only by your death.
Martyrs, my friend, have to choose between being forgotten, mocked or used. As for being understood – never.
Man wants to live, but it is useless to hope that this desire will dictate all his actions.
Man is the only creature that refuses to be what he is.
Man is an idea, and a precious small idea once he turns his back on love.
Just as all thought, and primarily that of non-signification, signifies something, so there is no art that has no signification.
It’s a kind of spiritual snobbery that makes people think they can be happy without money.
It is normal to give away a little of one’s life in order not to lose it all.
It is a kind of spiritual snobbery that makes people think they can be happy without money.
Integrity has no need of rules.
In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
In our wildest aberrations we dream of an equilibrium we have left behind and which we naively expect to find at the end of our errors. Childish presumption which justifies the fact that child-nations, inheriting our follies, are now directing our history.
In order to exist just once in the world, it is necessary never again to exist.
If there is sin against life, it consists… in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life.
I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn’t, than live my life as if there isn’t and die to find out there is.
I shall tell you a great secret, my friend. Do not wait for the last judgment, it takes place every day.
How can sincerity be a condition of friendship? A taste for truth at any cost is a passion which spares nothing.
Freedom is nothing but a chance to be better.
For if there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life.
For centuries the death penalty, often accompanied by barbarous refinements, has been trying to hold crime in check; yet crime persists. Why? Because the instincts that are warring in man are not, as the law claims, constant forces in a state of equilibriu
Every revolutionary ends up either by becoming an oppressor or a heretic.
Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.
Don’t wait for the last judgment – it takes place every day.
Don’t believe your friends when they ask you to be honest with them. All they really want is to be maintained in the good opinion they have of themselves.
Culture: the cry of men in face of their destiny.
Charm is a way of getting the answer yes without asking a clear question.
By definition, a government has no conscience. Sometimes it has a policy, but nothing more.
But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?
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.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
At any street corner the feeling of absurdity can strike any man in the face.
At 30 a man should know himself like the palm of his hand, know the exact number of his defects and qualities, know how far he can go, foretell his failures – be what he is. And, above all, accept these things.
As a remedy to life in society I would suggest the big city. Nowadays, it is the only desert within our means.
An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself.
All modern revolutions have ended in a reinforcement of the power of the State.
All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning. Great works are often born on a street corner or in a restaurant’s revolving door.
Alas, after a certain age every man is responsible for his face.
Ah, mon cher, for anyone who is alone, without God and without a master, the weight of days is dreadful.
After all, every murderer when he kills runs the risk of the most dreadful of deaths, whereas those who kill him risk nothing except promotion.
After all manner of professors have done their best for us, the place we are to get knowledge is in books. The true university of these days is a collection of books.
Abstract Art: A product of the untalented, sold by the unprincipled to the utterly bewildered.
A sub-clerk in the post-office is the equal of a conqueror if consciousness is common to them.
A man’s work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.
A man without ethics is a wild beast loosed upon this world.
A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.
가을은 모든 잎이 꽃으로 변하는 제2의 봄
행복을 잃기는 무척 쉽다. 왜냐하면 행복이란 언제나 분에 넘치는 것이기 때문이다.
T. S. 엘리엇
현명해 지는것 이외에 방법은 없다.
진정한 시는 이해되기 전에 통할 수 있다.
정보와 잃어버린 모든 지식은 어디 있는가?
인간은 현실을 당해내지 못한다
이제껏 아무일도 일어나지 않았던 사람들은 사건의 사소함을 이해하지 못한다.
이것은 당당하지 않고 꺼져가듯 끝난다
이 사랑은 고요하다.
음악이 남아있는동안 당신은 음악이다.
위험을 무릅쓰는 사람들만이 가능성을 알 수 있을 것이다
우리에겐 노력하는것 밖엔 없다. 나머지는 우리가 상관할 바가 아니다
우리는 당신에 대해 더 생각해선 안된다
우리는 너무 많은것을 알고 너무 조금 확신한다. 문학은 종교의 대역이며 종교도 마찬가지이다.
옹색하고, 비열하고, 부정적이지 말자
오늘날의 사업은 관중을 설득하는 것에 있다.
어떤 편집자들은 실패한 작가이지만 대부분의 작가들도 마찬가지이다
시인들에게 있어 가장 중요한 일은 최대한 적게 쓰는것이다
사람이 작품을 지을때 마지막에 발견하는것은 처음에 무엇을 쓸것인가 이다.
버나드 쇼는 음악으로 인해 많이 발전했다.
미숙한 시인들은 모방하고 성숙한 시인들은 도용한다.
마지막 유혹은 잘못된 이유를 위해 옳은 행동을 하는 가장 큰 반역이다.
당당하지 않고 꺼져가듯 끝나는 것이 세상이 끝나는 방식이다
노벨상은 자기 자신의 장례식으로 가는 티켓이다. 그 누구도 상을 탄 후에 아무것도 하지 않았다.
나의 시작 안에 끝 또한 들어있다.
나의 가장 큰 문제는 커튼을 내리고 올리는 것이다.
나는 탄생과 죽음을 보았지만 그 둘은 다르다고 생각했다
나는 종교적으로 영국 가톨릭 교회의 신자이고, 문학적으로 고전주의자이며 정치적으로 왕정주의자이다.
나는 나의 인생을 티스푼으로 재왔다
극작은 당신의 깊은 곳까지 파고들어 멈출수 없을것이다. 적어도 제작자나 대중이 멈추라고 할때까지는
4월은 가장 잔인한 달이다
Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.
We must be steady enough in ourselves, to be open and to let the winds of life blow through us, to be our breath, our inspiration; to breathe with them, mobile and soft in the limberness of our bodies, in our agility, our ability, as it were, to dance, and
Twentieth-century art may start with nothing, but it flourishes by virtue of its belief in itself, in the possibility of control over what seems essentially uncontrollable, in the coherence of the inchoate, and in its ability to create its own values.
There is not a more repulsive spectacle than on old man who will not forsake the world, which has already forsaken him.
The communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.
Television is a medium of entertainment which permits millions of people to listen to the same joke at the same time, and yet remain lonesome.
So the lover must struggle for words.
Poetry should help, not only to refine the language of the time, but to prevent it from changing too rapidly.
Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these thin
Our high respect for a well read person is praise enough for literature.
Our difficulties of the moment must always be dealt with somehow, but our permanent difficulties are difficulties of every moment.
It’s strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.
It is a medium of entertainment which permits millions of people to listen to the same joke at the same time, and yet remain lonesome.
If you desire to drain to the dregs the fullest cup of scorn and hatred that a fellow human being can pour out for you, let a young mother hear you call dear baby “it.”
If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
I don’t believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.
Half of the harm that is done in this world is due to people who want to feel important. They don’t mean to do harm. But the harm does not interest them.
Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage which we did not take, towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden.
At twenty you have many desires which hide the truth, but beyond forty there are only real and fragile truths -your abilities and your failings.
As things are, and as fundamentally they must always be, poetry is not a career, but a mug’s game. No honest poet can ever feel quite sure of the permanent value of what he has written: He may have wasted his time and messed up his life for nothing.
Any poet, if he is to survive beyond his 25th year, must alter; he must seek new literary influences; he will have different emotions to express.
Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity.
An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
A play should give you something to think about. When I see a play and understand it the first time, then I know it can’t be much good.
앙리 베르그송
사업은 처음 시작할 무렵과 목적이 거의 달성되어 갈 무렵에 실패의 위험이 가장 많다. 배는 바닷가에서 잘 난파한다.
You will obtain a vision of matter that is perhaps fatiguing for your imagination, but pure and stripped of what the requirements of life make you add to it in external perception.
When we make the cerebral state the beginning of an action, and in no sense the condition of a perception, we place the perceived images of things outside the image of our body, and thus replace perception within the things themselves.
There is nothing in philosophy which could not be said in everyday language.
The body, by the place which at each moment it occupies in the universe, indicates the parts and the aspects of matter on which we can lay hold: our perception, which exactly measures our virtual action on things, thus limits itself to the objects which actually influence our organs and prepare our movements.
Our laughter is always the laughter of a group.
My body, an object destined to move other objects, is, then, a centre of action; it cannot give birth to a representation.
It seems that laughter needs an echo.
In reality, the past is preserved by itself automatically.
In laughter we always find an unavowed intention to humiliate and consequently to correct our neighbour.
In just the same way the thousands of successive positions of a runner are contracted into one sole symbolic attitude, which our eye perceives, which art reproduces, and which becomes for everyone the image of a man who runs.
In its entirety, probably, it follows us at every instant; all that we have felt, thought and willed from our earliest infancy is there, leaning over the present which is about to join it, pressing against the portals of consciousness that would fain leave it outside.
I see plainly how external images influence the image that I call my body : they transmit movement to it.
And I also see how this body influences external images : it gives back movement to them.
A situation is always comic if it participates simultaneously in two series of events which are absolutely independent of each other, and if it can be interpreted in two quite different meanings.