Jean-Paul Sartre

People. You must love people. Men are admirable. I wantto vomit__nd suddenly, there it is: the Nausea

So this is hell. I'd never have believed it. You remember all we were told about the torture-chambers, the fire and brimstone, the "burning marl." Old wives' tales! There's no need for red-hot pokers. Hell is__ther people!

Hell is__ther people!

Freedom is what we do with what is done to us.

Man is nothing else but what he purposes, he exists only in so far as he realizes himself, he is therefore nothing else but the sum of his actions, nothing else but what his life is.

I had found my religion: nothing seemed more important to me than a book. I saw the library as a temple.

There is only one day left, always starting over: It is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.

A kiss without a moustache, they said then, is like an egg without salt; I will add to it: and it is like Good without Evil.

Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.

At an age when most children are playing hopscotch or with their dolls,you, poor child, who had no friends or toys, you toyed with dreams of murder, because that is a game to play alone.

I never could bear the idea of anyone's expecting something from me. Italways made me want to do just the opposite.

Life has no meaning, the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.

She smiled and said with an ecstatic air: "It shines like a little diamond","What does?""This moment. It is round, it hangs in empty space like a little diamond; I am eternal.

For many have but one resource to sustain them in their misery, and that is to think, __ircumstances 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 are two types of poor people, those who are poor together and those who are poor alone. The first are the true poor, the others are rich people out of luck.

If you are lonely when you're alone, you are in bad company.

It disturbs me no more to find men base, unjust, or selfish than to see apes mischievous, wolves savage, or the vulture ravenous.

Everything has been figured out, except how to live.