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

What is very troubling is that people who have tried to write literature, even, for example, proletarian writers, seem to write within the norms of the dominant class.

She would never change, but one day at the touch of a fingertip she would fall to dust.

I realized that even if we went on talking till Judgment Day, I would still find the time all too short.

A man attaches himself to woman -- not to enjoy her, but to enjoy himself.

Love and action always imply a failure, but this failure must not keep us from loving and acting. For we have not only to establish what our situation is, we have to choose it in the very heart of its ambiguity.

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