The Existentialist Says At Once That Man

L'homme Est Une Passion Inutile. Man Is A Useless Passion.

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.

This Is What I Thought: For The Most Banal Even To Become An Adventure, You Must (and This Is Enough) Begin To Recount It. This Is What Fools People: A Man Is Always A Teller Of Tales, He Sees Everything That Happens To Him Through Them; And He Tries To Live His Own Life As If He Were Telling A Story. But You Have To Choose: Live Or Tell.

I Hate Victims Who Respect Their Executioners.

Genius Is What A Man Invents When He Is Looking For A Way Out.