Existence is not something which lets itself be thought of form a distance; it must invade you suddenly, master you, weigh heavily on your heart like a great motionless beast - or else there is nothing at all.

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

Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself. [It is a matter of choice, not chance.] Such is the first principle of existentialism.

I am a man, Jupiter, and each man must invent his own path.

Things are entirely what they appear to be and behind them... there is nothing.

I do not feel that I am the product of chance, a speck of dust in the universe, but someone who was expected, prepared, prefigured. In short, a being whom only a Creator could put here; and this idea of a creating hand refers to God.

I do not believe in God; his existence has been disproved by Science. But in the concentration camp, I learned to believe in men.