I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself

We always come back to the same vicious circle - an extreme degree of material or intellectual poverty does away with the means of alleviating it.

People seem to think that if you keep your head empty you automatically fill your balls.

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

I am not at all for a feminism which is entirely separatist, which would say, "this domain is purely for women." I don't believe that at all.

Self-consciousness is not knowledge but a story one tells about oneself.

If the unconscious must express itself it will do so through the work that you do consciously or subconsciously, with words, with what you have to say.