It is therefore senseless to think of complaining since nothing foreign has decided what we feel, what we live, or what we are.

One could only damage oneself through the harm one did to others. One could never get directly at oneself.

If you seek authenticity for authenticity's sake you are no longer authentic.

The For-itself, in fact, is nothing but the pure nihilation of the In-itself; it is like a hole of being at the heart of Being.

As if there could be true stories: things happen in one way, and we retell them in the opposite way.

The more one is absorbed in fighting evil, the less one is tempted to place the good in question.

I have such a desire to sleep and am so much behind my sleep. A good night, one good night and all this nonsense will be swept away.