Acting is a question of absorbing other people's personalities and adding some of your own experience.

So that is what hell is. I would never have believed it. You remember: the fire and brimstone, the torture. Ah! the farce. There is no need for torture: Hell is other people.

Sometimes the truth is too simple for intellectuals.

What do we mean by saying that existence precedes essence? We mean that man first of all exists, encounters himself, surges up in the world-and defines himself afterward.

I say a murder is abstract. You pull the trigger and after that you do not understand anything that happens.

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, his house, his land, his memories.

Everything that exists is born for no reason, carries on living through weakness, and dies by accident