The Loss Of Love Is

Camus Himself Described This Work As 'an Attempt To Understand The Time I Live In'.

Holland Is A Dream, Monsieur, A Dream Of Gold And Smoke-smokier By Day, More Gilded By Night. And Night And Day That Dream Is Peopled With Lohengrins Like These, Dreamily Riding Their Black Bicycles With High Handle-bars, Funereal Swans Constantly Drifting Throughout The Whole Country, Around The Seas, Along The Canals.

Real Generosity Toward The Future Lies In Giving All To The Present.

Truth Is Not A Virtue, But A Passion. It Is Never Charitable.

The Purpose Of A Writer Is To Keep Civilization From Destroying Itself.