Man is fully responsible for his nature, choices and lifestyle.
Nothing happens while you live. The scenery changes, people come in and go out, that's all. There are no beginnings. Days are tacked on to days without rhyme or reason, an interminable, monotonous add...
Be quiet! Anyone can spit in my face, and call me a criminal and a prostitute. But no one has the right to judge my remorse.
Every age has its own poetry in every age the circumstances of history choose a nation, a race, a class to take up the torch by creating situations that can be expressed or transcended only through po...
My existence began to worry me seriously. Was I not a simple spectre?
Everything has been figured out, except how to live.
He is betrayed by the cynical sparkle of her eyes, by her sophisticated look. Real ladies do not know the price of things, they like adorable follies; their eyes are like beautiful, hothouse flowers.
I murmur: It's a seat, a little like an exorcism. But the word stays on my lips: it refuses to go and put itself on the thing. It stays what it is, with its red plush, thousands of little red paws in...
Only the guy who isn't rowing has time to rock the boat.
We do not judge the people we love.
I am not your king, impudent larva? Who then has created you? You. But you should not have created me free.
The poor don't know that their function in life is to exercise our generosity.
[E]very man ought to say to himself, Am I really the kind of man who has the right to act in such a way that humanity might guide itself by my actions?
Il n'y a de réalité que dans l'action.(There is no reality except in action.)
Life begins on the other side of despair.
I can always choose, but I ought to know that if I do not choose, I am still choosing.
...freedom only gives you something to be sorry for.
Fear? If I have gained anything by damning myself, it is that I no longer have anything to fear.
Why do you keep maintaining your ideas are right if you can't prove them?
Perhaps it was a passing moment of madness after all. There is no trace of it any more. My odd feelings of the other week seem to me quite ridiculous today: I can no longer enter into them.