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 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.

Every human endeavor, however singular it seems, involves the whole human race.

Lord, you have cursed Cain and Cain’s children: thy will be done. You have allowed men’s hearts to be corrupted, that their intentions be rotten, that their actions putrefy and stink: thy will be done.

There it is: I am gently slipping into the water's depths, towards fear.

For the time being I have seen enough of living things, of dogs, of men, of all flabby masses which move spontaneously.

Neither sex, without some fertilization of the complimentary characters of the other, is capable of the highest reaches of human endeavor.