What's done at night belongs to the night. In the daytime you don't talk about it.
What is there to fear in such a regular world?
We have to deal with human reality as a being which is what it is not and which is not what it is.
Thus pleasure itself, also becoming a right, lost its aggressive futility.
The existentialist, on the contrary, finds it extremely embarrassing that God does not exist, for there disappears with Him all possibility of finding values in an intelligible heaven. There can no lo...
Perhaps it’s inevitable; perhaps one has to choose between being nothing at all, or impersonating what one is. That would be terrible,’ he said to himself: ‘it would mean that we were duped by nature.
Perhaps its inevitable, perhaps one has to choose between being nothing at all and impersonating what one is.
My memories are like coins in the devil's purse: when you open it you find only dead leaves.
Little flashes of sun on the surface of a cold, dark sea.
Let us see what words can do. Will you understand me, for a start, if I tell you that I have never known what I am? My vices, my virtues, are under my nose, but I can’t see them, nor stand far enough...
I was there, standing in front of a window whose panes had a definite refraction index. But what feeble barriers! I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day. Today it see...
I said to myself, 'I want to die decently'.
I looked anxiously around me: the present, nothing but the present. Furniture light and solid, rooted in its present, a table, a bed, a closet with a mirror-and me. the true nature of the present reve...
I have been much too calm these past three years. I can receive nothing more from these tragic solitudes than a little empty purity.
From the very fact, indeed, that I am conscious of the motives which solicit my action, these motives are already transcendent objects from my consciousness, they are outside; in vain shall I seek to...
For many have but one resource to sustain them in their misery, and that is to think, Circumstances have been against me, I was worthy to be something much better than I have been. I admit I have neve...
Celebrity, for me, equal hatred
At an age when most children are playing hopscotch or with their dolls,you, poor child, who had no friends or toys, you toyed with dreams of murder, because that is a game to play alone.
An existant can never justify the existence of another existant.
If you're lonely when you're alone, you're in bad company.