It is enough that one man hate another for hate to gain, little by little, all mankind.
Better to have beasts that let themselves be killed than men who run away.
I am not recommending "popular" literature which aims at the lowest.
Some of these days, Oh, you'll miss me honey
In the state I was in, if someone had come and told me I could go home quietly, that they would leave me my life whole, it would have left me cold: several hours or several years of waiting is all the same when you have lost the illusion of being eternal.
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.