That God does not exist, I cannot deny, That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget.
Jean-Paul SartreTake [Stรฉphane] Mallarme. I hold him to be the greatest of French poets, and I have taken some time to understand him !
Jean-Paul SartreIn a country lacking leaders, in Africa, for instance, how could a native educated in Europe refuse to become a professor, even at the price of his literary vocation?
Jean-Paul SartreI exist. It's sweet, so sweet, so slow. And light: you'd think it floated all by itself. It stirs. It brushes by me, melts and vanishes. Gently, gently. There is bubbling water in my mouth. I swallow. It slides down my throat, it caresses me โ and now it comes up again into my mouth. For ever I shall have a little pool of whitish water in my mouth - lying low - grazing my tongue. And this pool is still me. And the tongue. And the throat is me.
Jean-Paul Sartre