Like all dreamers, I mistook disenchantment for truth.

I do not believe in God; his existence has been disproved by Science. But in the concentration camp, I learned to believe in men.

When you live alone you no longer know what it is to tell a story: the plausible disappears at the same time as the friends. You let events flow by too: you suddenly see people appear who speak and then go away; you plunge into stories of which you can't make head or tail: you'd make a terrible witness.

Lord, you have cursed Cain and Cain’s children: thy will be done. You have allowed men’s hearts to be corrupted, that their intentions be rotten, that their actions putrefy and stink: thy will be done.

We do not judge the people we love.

I think of death only with tranquility, as an end. I refuse to let death hamper life. Death must enter life only to define it.

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.