Naturally, in the course of my life I have made lots of mistakes, large and small, for one reason or another, but at the heart of it all, every time I made a mistake it was because I was not radical enough.

Life is nothing until it is lived; but it is yours to make sense of, and the of it is nothing other than the sense you choose.

At that time [1954], as a result of political events, I was deeply preoccupied by my relations with the Communist Party.

It is certain that we cannot escape anguish, for we are anguish.

Hell is for other people.

In a word, man must create his own essence: it is in throwing himself into the world, suffering there, struggling there, that he gradually defines himself.

It is too early to love. We will buy the right to do so by shedding blood.