“For an occurrence to become an adventure, it is necessary and sufficient for one to recount it.”

You are — your life, and nothing else.

I am not asking for sensational revelations, but I would like to sense the meaning of that minute, to feel it’s urgency.

It was odd, he thought, that a man could hate himself as though he were someone else.

Existence is prior to essence.

Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself.

I think of death only with tranquility, as an end. I refuse to let death hamper life. Death must enter life only to define it.

It’s strange. I felt less lonely when I didn’t know you.

Genius is what a man invents when he is looking for a way out.

You’re lucky. I’m always conscious of myself —in my mind. Painfully conscious.

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

It is disgusting – Why must we have bodies?

Once you hear the details of victory, it is hard to distinguish it from a defeat.

Hell is – other people!

Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance.

A man is involved in life, leaves his impress on it, and outside of that there is nothing.

We are our choices.

There is nothing new under the sun but there are lots of old things we don’t know.

Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.

The soul’s first adventure is the fight between two ideas: the wish to return to earth in a human form, and the desire to feel the freedom of having no form.

I think it’s my adventure, my trip, my journey, and I guess my attitude is, let the chips fall where they may.

Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.

My heart is yours forever lets never stop this adventure.

The big question is whether you are going to be able to say a hearty yes to your adventure.

I regret not the things I have done, only those I have yet to do.