In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world p… - Albert Camus

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

Thus I progressed on the surface of life, in the realm of words as it were, never in reality. All those books barely read, those friends barely loved, those cities barely visited, those women barely possessed! I went through the gestures out of boredom or absent-mindedness. Then came the human beings, they wanted to cling, but there was nothing to cling to, and that was unfortunate – for them. As for me, I forgot. I never remembered anything but myself.

The artist reconstructs the world to his plan.

The preceding merely defines a way of thinking. But the point is to live.