Jean-Paul Sartre

Ah! How I hate the crimes of the new generation: they are dry and sterile as darnel.

When she is alone in the rooms I hear her humming to keep herself from thinking.

Torture is senseless violence, born in fear... torture costs human lives but does not save them. We would almost be too lucky if these crimes were the work of savages: the truth is that torture makes torturers.

We cannot withdraw our cards from the game. Were we as silent and mute as stones, our very passivity would be an act.

Better to have beasts that let themselves be killed than men who run away.

Everything comes to us from others. To Be is to belong to someone.

If I relegate impossible Salvation to the prop room, what remains? A whole man, composed of all men and as good as all of them and no better than any.

Words There is no good father, that's the rule. Don't lay the blame on men but on the bond of paternity, which is rotten. To beget children, nothing better; to have them, what iniquity!

What never vary are the necessities of being in the world, of having to labor and to die there.

Man's existence precedes his essence

Originally, poetry creates the myth, while the prose-writer draws its portrait.

If you die, I will lie down beside you and I will stay there until the end, without eating or drinking, you will rot in my arms and I will love you as carcass: for you love nothing if you do not love everything.

We will not go to Heaven,Goetz, and even if we both entered it, we would not have eyes to see each other, nor hands to touch each other. Up there, God gets all the attention.... We can only love on this earth and against God.

It is too early to love. We will buy the right to do so by shedding blood.

There were days when you peered into yourself, into the secret places of your heart, and what you saw there made you faint with horror. And then, next day, you didn't know what to make of it,you couldn't interpret the horror you had glimpsed the day before. Yes, you know what evil costs.

I think that is the big danger in keeping a diary: you exaggerate everything.

emotion is first of all and in principle an accident

You see, I'm fond of teasing, it's a second nature with me—and I'm used to teasing myself. Plaguing myself, if you prefer; I don't tease nicely.

A madman's ravings are absurd in relation to the situation in which he finds himself, but not in relation to his madness.

Nothing happens while you live. The scenery changes, people come in and go out, that's all. There are no beginnings. Days are tacked on to days without rhyme or reason, an interminable, monotonous addition.

the worst part about being lied to is knowing you werent worth the truth