In love, one and one are one.
Life begins on the other side of despair.
Il n'y a de réalité que dans l'action. (There is no reality except in action.)
You are -- your life, and nothing else.
For many have but one resource to sustain them in their misery, and that is to think, “Circumstances have been against me, I was worthy to be something much better than I have been. I admit I have never had a great love or a great friendship; but that is because I never met a man or a woman who were worthy of it; if I have not written any very good books, it is because I had not the leisure to do so; or, if I have had no children to whom I could devote myself it is because I did not find the man I could have lived with. So there remains within me a wide range of abilities, inclinations and potentialities, unused but perfectly viable, which endow me with a worthiness that could never be inferred from the mere history of my actions.†But in reality and for the existentialist, there is no love apart from the deeds of love; no potentiality of love other than that which is manifested in loving; there is no genius other than that which is expressed in works of art.
There is only one day left, always starting over: It is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.
When the rich wage war it's the poor who die.
A writer must refuse to allow himself to be transformed into an institution.
Existence precedes and rules essence.
Hell is other people.