There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.

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.

Existence is not something which lets itself be thought of form a distance; it must invade you suddenly, master you, weigh heavily on your heart like a great motionless beast - or else there is nothing at all.

In football everything is complicated by the presence of the opposite team.

Every human endeavor, however singular it seems, involves the whole human race.

Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up; I forget them almost immediately.

The existentialist says at once that man is anguish.