I receive letters from workers, from secretaries. . . . They are the most interesting ones.

I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.

Man is abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no aim but what he sets himself.

Before you come alive, life is nothing; it 's up to you to give it a meaning, and value is nothing else but the meaning that you choose.

Man can will nothing unless he has first understood that he must count on no one but himself.

Consciousness is a being the nature of which is to be conscious of the nothingness of its being.

Life is a useless passion.