“ The first crime was mine: I committed it when I made man mortal. Once I had done that, what was left for you, poor human murderers, to do? To kill your victims? But they already had the seed of death… Jean-Paul Sartre
“ Good digestions, the gray monotony of provincial life, and the boredom—ah the soul-destroying boredom—of long days of mild content. Jean-Paul Sartre
“ Love or hatred calls for self-surrender. He cuts a fine figure, the warm-blooded, prosperous man, solidly entrenched in his well-being, who one fine day surrenders all to love—or to hatred; himself, h… Jean-Paul Sartre
