Another time, twice, in fact, I tried hard to be in love. I suffered, too, gentlemen, I assure you. In the depth of my heart there was no faith in my suffering, only a faint stir of mockery, but yet I did suffer, and in the real, orthodox way; I was jealous, beside myself … and it was all from ennui, gentlemen, all from ennui; inertia overcame me. If you like this post, share it with...

“I call a lie: wanting not to see something one does see, wanting not to see something as one sees it … the most common lie is the lie one tells to oneself; lying to other is relatively the exception.” “A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.” “Faith means not wanting to know what is true.” “I cannot believe...

Albert Camus was born on 7 November 1913, in Mondovi, Algeria. His parents were French immigrants seeking a better life in the colonies. Although often associated with existentialism Camus has often refuted this label. He won the Nobel Prize in 1957. Camus doubted meaning beyond this life. As he writes: “A world which can be explained, even through bad reasoning, is a familiar one. On the other...