Nothingness lies coiled in the heart of being - like a worm.

That God does not exist, I cannot deny, That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget.

A human being who wakened in the morning with a queesy stomach, with fifteen hours to kill before next bedtime, had not much use for freedom.

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

From the period when I wrote La Nausea I wanted to create a morality. My evolution consists in my no longer dreaming of doing so.

To love is never just to love since it is also to will to love, and ... to love in spite of oneself, to allow oneself to be overcome by one's love.

The more one is absorbed in fighting evil, the less one is tempted to place the good in question.