If I became a philosopher, if I have so keenly sought this fame for which I'm still waiting, it's all been to seduce women basically.

There is no human nature, since there is no god to conceive it.

Being is. Being is in-itself. Being is what it is.

All I can do is make the best of what I am, become accustomed to it, evaluate the possibilities, and take advantage of them the best I can.

So that is what hell is. I would never have believed it. You remember: the fire and brimstone, the torture. Ah! the farce. There is no need for torture: Hell is other people.

I had realized in the meantime that action too has its difficulties, and that one can also be led to it by neurosis. We are not saved by politics any more than by literature.

Existence is prior to essence.