I realize today that nothing in the world is more distasteful to a man than to take the path that leads to himself.
Life cannot find reasons to sustain it, cannot be a source of decent mutual regard, unless each of us resolves to breathe such qualities into it.
Seeking what is true is not seeking what is desirable.
The things I believed in dont exist any more. It's foolish to pretend that they do. Western Civilization finally went up in smoke in the chimneys at Dachau but I was too infatuated to see it. I see it...
For me, then, nobility is synonymous with a life of effort, ever set on excelling oneself, in passing beyond what one is to what one sets up as a duty and an obligation. In this way the noble life sta...
Every increase in objectivity takes us further from reality.
I Think, Therefore I Am ... I Think ...
Il n'y a de réalité que dans l'action.(There is no reality except in action.)
Live with the consequences of your deeds and enjoy the warmth they create. The only warmth in the cold, indifferent universe is that which we create ourselves. And that is what a work of art is, it is...
Today, however, we are having a hard time living because we are so bent on outwitting death.
The literal meaning of life is whatever you're doing that prevents you from killing yourself.
In comparison with capitalism, which reconstituted man as an economic animal; in comparison with Marxism, which found man an object made up of organized matter; in comparison with catholicism, which s...
(About Sartre...)His death does not separate us. My death will not bring us together again. That is how things are. It is in itself splendid that we were able to live our lives in harmony for so long.
I was dead for a billion of years and in a few years I will be dead again. I'm not conscious of that state of lifelessness which was before I came to life. And I'm not sure about the lifelessness that...
I don't complain about the horror of life; I complain about the horror of my life. The only fact I worry about is that I exist and suffer and can't even dream of being removed from my feeling of suffe...
I kissed her and forgot death.
No shepherd and one herd! Everybody wants the same, everybody is the same: whoever feels different goes voluntarily into a madhouse.
I don't really believe anything I say. Because the nature of my work concerns the spaces between the words, rather than the words themselves.
A sense of his own identity came upon him with sudden force, and he felt the power of it. He was himself, and he knew what he had been.
All that is transitory is but a metaphor.
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