Tragedies are all right for a while: you are concerned, you are curious, you feel good. And then it gets repetitive, it doesn’t advance, it grows dreadfully boring: it is so very boring, even for me.
Today, however, we are having a hard time living because we are so bent on outwitting death.
To will freedom and to will to disclose being are one and the same choice.
To make oneself object, to make oneself passive, is very different from being a passive object.
There were war, after each war, peace and after the peace, another war. Men are born every day and others die.
There is only one solution if old age is not to be an absurd parody of our former life, and that is to go on pursuing ends that give our existence a meaning.
There is only one good — to act according to the dictates of one’s conscience.
There is no other justification for present existence than its expansion toward an indefinitely open future.
The Universe is somewhere else – always somewhere else, of course, but somewhere. And it’s nowwhere! There are only men, men forever divided.
The representation of the world as the world itself is the work of men; they describe it from a point of view that is their own and that they confound with the absolute truth.
The curse weighing on marriage is that individuals too often join together in their weakness and not in their strength, that each one asks of the other rather than finding pleasure in giving.
The body is not a thing, it is a situation: it is our grasp on the world and the outline for our projects.
