The Stranger

by Albert Camus

Mother used to say that however miserable one is, there's always something to be thankful for.

What difference could they make to me, the deaths of others, or a mother's love, or his God; or the way a man decides to live, the fate he thinks he chooses, since one and the same fate was bound to “choose” not only me but thousands of millions of privileged people who, like him, called themselves my brothers.

stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe.