We belong to this earth. Now I can see the truth ... I love you on this earth of ours. Love me, do!

It's not a very big step from contentment to complacency.

What an odd thing a diary is: the things you omit are more important than those you put in.

Anyway I know only too well that all life is nothing but a brief reprieve from death.

To make oneself an object, to make oneself passive, is a very different thing from being a passive object.

From the very beginning, existentialism defined itself as a philosophy of ambiguity.

The past is not a peaceful landscape lying there behind me, a country in which I can stroll wherever I please, and will gradually show me all its secret hills and dales. As I was moving forward, so it was crumbling. Most of the wreckage that can be seen is colourless, distorted, frozen: its meaning escapes me... all that's left is a skeleton. I shall never find my plans again, my hopes and fears - I shall not find myself.