From the period when I wrote La Nausea I wanted to create a morality. My evolution consists in my no longer dreaming of doing so.

Hell is for other people.

Life is a useless passion.

To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June

Criticism often takes from the tree caterpillars and blossoms together.

Man is the being whose project it is to be God.

Perhaps its inevitable, perhaps one has to choose between being nothing at all and impersonating what one is.