I clung to nothing, in a way I was calm. But it was a horrible calm—because of my body; my body, I saw with its eyes, I heard with its ears, but it was no longer me; it sweated and trembled by itself and I didn’t recognize it any more.

What do I care about Jupiter? Justice is a human issue, and I do not need a god to teach it to me.

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.

A man who is free is like a mangy sheep in a herd. He will contaminate my entire kingdom and ruin my work.

It is disgusting -- Why must we have bodies?

I am not asking for sensational revelations, but I would like to sense the meaning of that minute, to feel it's urgency.

There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.