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.

Better to have beasts that let themselves be killed than men who run away.

Once we know and are aware, we are responsible for our action and our inaction. We can do something about it or ignore it. Either way, we are still responsible.

Better a good journalist than a poor assassin.

A pale reflection of myself wavers in my consciousness...and suddenly the “I” pales, pales, and fades out.

The For-itself, in fact, is nothing but the pure nihilation of the In-itself; it is like a hole of being at the heart of Being.

The past is the luxury of proprietors.