The more absurd life is, the more insupportable death is.

Hell is other people at breakfast.

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.

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

I do not feel that I am the product of chance, a speck of dust in the universe, but someone who was expected, prepared, prefigured. In short, a being whom only a Creator could put here; and this idea of a creating hand refers to God.

You see, the contemporary writer must write through his intimations of unease, while trying to elucidate them.

Everything comes to us from others. To Be is to belong to someone.