I am ignorant and impotent and yet, somehow or other, here I am, unhappy, no doubt, profoundly dissatisfied ... In spite of everything I survive.

A large city cannot be experientially known; its life is too manifold for any individual to be able to participate in it.

For myself, as, no doubt, for most of my contemporaries, the philosophy of meaninglessness was essentially an instrument of liberation. The liberation we desired was simultaneously liberation from a certain political and economic system and liberation from a certain system of morality. We objected to the morality because it interfered with our sexual freedom.

Being cared for when one is dead is less satisfactory than being cared for when one is alive.

Can we unite against ourselves for our own higher interest?

Liberties are not given, they are taken.

[I am not] the captain of my soul; I am only its noisiest passenger.