The best work is not what is most difficult for you; it is what you do best.

We do not judge the people we love.

I will take it all: tongs, molten lead, prongs, garrotes, all that burns, all that tears, I want to truly suffer. Better one hundred bites, better the whip, vitriol, than this suffering in the head, this ghost of suffering which grazes and caresses and never hurts enough.

Man is what he wills himself to be.

One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one's death, one dies one's life.

When rich people fight wars with one another, poor people are the ones to die.

[Lost of the absolute] is in this sense that ''I no longer know what to do with my life" must be understood. Critics have been mistaken about the meaning of this phrase, seeing in it a cry of despair as in Simone de Beauvoir's "I have been cheated." When she uses this word it is to indicate that she claims from life an absolute which she cannot find there.