Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself.

I had realized in the meantime that action too has its difficulties, and that one can also be led to it by neurosis. We are not saved by politics any more than by literature.

Handing over a bank note is enough to make a bicycle belong to me, but my entire life is needed to realize this possession.

Atheism is a cruel long term business, and I have gone through it to the end.

The viable jewels of life remain untouched when man forgets his vocation of searching for the truth of his existence.

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.

There are two kinds of existentialist; first, those who are Christian...and on the other hand the atheistic existentialists, among whom...I class myself. What they have in common is that they think that existence precedes essence, or, if you prefer, that subjectivity must be the turning point.