I confused things with their names: that is belief.

The poor don't know that their function in life is to exercise our generosity.

I am alone in this white, garden-rimmed street. Alone and free. But this freedom is rather like death.

Handing over a bank note is enough to make a bicycle belong to me, but my entire life is needed to realize this possession.

There are two kinds of existentialist; first, those who are Christian...and on the other hand the atheistic existentialists, among whom...I class myself. What they have in common is that they think that existence precedes essence, or, if you prefer, that subjectivity must be the turning point.

Once liberty has exploded in the soul of a man, the gods can do nothing against that man.

Hell is for other people.