Absurd Walls Like great works, deep feelings always mean more than they are conscious of saying.

The regularity of an impulse or a repulsion in a soul is encountered again in habits of doing or thinking, is reproduced in consequences of which the soul itself knows nothing.

Great feelings take with them their own universe, splendid or abject.

They light up with their passion an exclusive world in which they recognize their climate.

There is a universe of jealousy, of ambition, of selfishness, or of generosity.

A universe -- in other words, a metaphysic and an attitude of mind.

What is true of already specialized feelings will be even more so of emotions basically as indeterminate, simultaneously as vague and as "definite," as remote and as "present" as those furnished us by beauty or aroused by absurdity.

At any streetcorner the feeling of absurdity can strike any man in the face.

As it is, in its distressing nudity, in its light without effulgence, it is elusive. But that very difficulty deserves reflection.

It is probably true that a man remains forever unknown to us and that there is in him something irreducible that escapes us.