Life begins on the other side of despair.

I must be without remorse or regrets as I am without excuse; for from the instant of my upsurge into being, I carry the weight of the world by myself alone without help, engaged in a world for which I bear the whole responsibility without being able, whatever I do, to tear myself away from this responsibility for an instant.

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

The existentialist says at once that man is anguish.

Things are entirely what they appear to be and behind them... there is nothing.

The painful secret of gods and kings is that men are free, Aegistheus. You know it and they do not.

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