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

Ah! How I hate the crimes of the new generation: they are dry and sterile as darnel.

So it comes to this; one doesn’t need rest. Why bother about sleep if one isn’t sleepy? That stands to reason, doesn’t it? Wait a minute, there’s a snag somewhere; something disagreeable. Why, now, should it be disagreeable? …Ah, I see; it’s life without a break.

Be quiet! Anyone can spit in my face, and call me a criminal and a prostitute. But no one has the right to judge my remorse.

God is absence. God is the solitude of man.

I think of death only with tranquility, as an end. I refuse to let death hamper life. Death must enter life only to define it.

Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself. [It is a matter of choice, not chance.] Such is the first principle of existentialism.