Life begins on the other side of despair.

It is certain that we cannot escape anguish, for we are anguish.

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

When the rich wage war, it's the poor who die.

Everything in my past, in my training, everything that has been most essential in my activity up to now has made me above all a man who writes, and it is too late for that to change.

Some men are born committed to action: they do not have a choice, they have been thrown on a path, at the end of that path, an act awaits them, their act.

Is there really nothing, nothing left of me?