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Danh ngôn của Albert Camus (Sứ mệnh: 7)

Real generosity toward the future lies in giving all to the present.
In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?
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.
Freedom is nothing but a chance to be better.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
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.
The only real progress lies in learning to be wrong all alone.
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.
We continue to shape our personality all our life. If we knew ourselves perfectly, we should die.
An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself.
A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.
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.
You cannot create experience. You must undergo it.
When you have really exhausted an experience you always reverence and love it.
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.
Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.
To know oneself, one should assert oneself.
Without freedom, no art; art lives only on the restraints it imposes on itself, and dies of all others.
Alas, after a certain age every man is responsible for his face.
Your successes and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them.
The absurd is the essential concept and the first truth.
How can sincerity be a condition of friendship? A taste for truth at any cost is a passion which spares nothing.
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.
Without work, all life goes rotten. But when work is soulless, life stifles and dies.
As a remedy to life in society I would suggest the big city. Nowadays, it is the only desert within our means.
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 equilibrium.
Real nobility is based on scorn, courage, and profound indifference.
Men are convinced of your arguments, your sincerity, and the seriousness of your efforts only by your death.
Men are never really willing to die except for the sake of freedom: therefore they do not believe in dying completely.
There will be no lasting peace either in the heart of individuals or in social customs until death is outlawed.
By definition, a government has no conscience. Sometimes it has a policy, but nothing more.
Those who weep for the happy periods which they encounter in history acknowledge what they want; not the alleviation but the silencing of misery.
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.
Man wants to live, but it is useless to hope that this desire will dictate all his actions.
A free press can, of course, be good or bad, but, most certainly without freedom, the press will never be anything but bad.
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.
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 myth of unlimited production brings war in its train as inevitably as clouds announce a storm.
The society based on production is only productive, not creative.
Ah, mon cher, for anyone who is alone, without God and without a master, the weight of days is dreadful.
To insure the adoration of a theorem for any length of time, faith is not enough, a police force is needed as well.
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.
I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn't, than live as if there isn't and to die to find out that there is.
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.
It is a kind of spiritual snobbery that makes people think they can be happy without money.
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.
I know of only one duty, and that is to love.
Men must live and create. Live to the point of tears.
Nothing is more despicable than respect based on fear.
A taste for truth at any cost is a passion which spares nothing.
Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.
Those who lack the courage will always find a philosophy to justify it.
He who despairs of the human condition is a coward, but he who has hope for it is a fool.
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.
To be famous, in fact, one has only to kill one's landlady.
There is no love of life without despair of life.
Friendship often ends in love, but love in friendship - never.
Against eternal injustice, man must assert justice, and to protest against the universe of grief, he must create happiness.
The artist forges himself to the others, midway between the beauty he cannot do without and the community he cannot tear himself away from. That is why true artists scorn nothing: they are obliged to understand rather than to judge.
Truth is mysterious, elusive, always to be conquered. Liberty is dangerous, as hard to live with as it is elating. We must march toward these two goals, painfully but resolutely, certain in advance of our failings on so long a road.
I have never been able to renounce the light, the pleasure of being, and the freedom in which I grew up.
I am not made for politics because I am incapable of wanting or accepting the death of the adversary.
I was born poor and without religion, under a happy sky, feeling harmony, not hostility, in nature. I began not by feeling torn, but in plenitude.
Heroism is accessible. Happiness is more difficult.
In order to exist, man must rebel, but rebellion must respect the limits that it discovers in itself - limits where minds meet, and in meeting, begin to exist.
In order to speak about all and to all, one has to speak of what all know and of the reality common to us all. The sea, rains, necessity, desire, the struggle against death... these are things that unite us all.