One should commit no stupidity twice, the variety of choice is, in the end, large enough.
Jean-Paul SartreI was escaping from Nature and at last becoming myself, that Other whom I was aspiring to be in the eyes of others.
Jean-Paul SartreI grow warm, I begin to feel happy. There is nothing extraordinary in this, it is a small happiness of Nausea: it spreads at the bottom of the viscous puddle, at the bottom of out time - the time of purple suspenders, and broken chair seats; it is made of white, soft instants, spreading at the edge, like an oil stain. No sooner than born, it is already old, it seems as though I have known it for twenty years.
Jean-Paul Sartre