Existence is illusory and it is eternal.

What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying.

For the existentials, negation is their God. To be precise, that god is maintained only through the negation of human reason. But, like suicides, gods change with men.

I grew up with the sea, and poverty for me was sumptuous; then I lost the sea and found all luxuries gray and poverty unbearable.

I rebel; therefore I exist.

Truth, like light, is blinding. Lies, on the other hand, are a beautiful dusk, which enhances the value of each object.

Old women even forget how to love their sons. The heart gets worn out, Monsieur.