Life begins on the other side of despair.

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

The absurd man will not commit suicide; he wants to live, without relinquishing any of his certainty, without a future, without hope, without illusions … and without resignation either. He stares at death with passionate attention and this fascination liberates him. He experiences the “divine irresponsibility” of the condemned man.

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.

Heroism is not to be won at the point of a pen.

Life is a useless passion.

Being is. Being is in-itself. Being is what it is.