Man is fully responsible for his nature and his choices.
In a word, man must create his own essence: it is in throwing himself into the world, suffering there, struggling there, that he gradually defines himself.
Smooth and smiling faces everywhere, but ruin in their eyes.
The coward makes himself cowardly, the hero makes himself heroic.
This desire [to write] is rather strange all the same and is not without a certain "cracked" quality.
He is always becoming, and if it were not for the contingency of death, he would never end.