Man exists, turns up, appears on the scene and only afterwards, defines himself
One could only damage oneself through the harm one did to others. One could never get directly at oneself.
Love or hatred calls for self-surrender. He cuts a fine figure, the warm-blooded, prosperous man, solidly entrenched in his well-being, who one fine day surrenders all to love—or to hatred; himself, his house, his land, his memories.
Freedom is existence, and in it existence precedes essence.
Il n'y a de réalité que dans l'action. (There is no reality except in action.)
Is there really nothing, nothing left of me?