At That Time, I Often Thought That

Nothing In Life Is Worth, Turning Your Back On, If You Love It.

The Absurd Hero's Refusal To Hope Becomes His Singular Ability To Live In The Present With Passion.

At That Moment He Knew What His Mother Was Thinking, And That She Loved Him. But He Knew, Too, That To Love Someone Means Relatively Little; Or, Rather, That Love Is Never Strong Enough To Find The Words Befitting It. Thus He And His Mother Would Always Love Each Other Silently. And One Day She--or He--would Die, Without Ever, All Their Lives Long, Having Gone Farther Than This By Way Of Making Their Affection Known.

Integrity Has No Need Of Rules.

There Will Be No Lasting Peace Either In The Heart Of Individuals Or In Social Customs Until Death Is Outlawed.