“Life is a useless passion.”

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.

For an occurrence to become an adventure, it is necessary and sufficient for one to recount 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 have been dying since we got here and forgot to enjoy the view – live fully.

Our span of life is brief, but is long enough for us to live well and honestly.

Life is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal.

Education is not preparation for life, Education is life itself.

Life is nothing without friendship.

Unrest and pain and sorrow are the shadows of life.

Essentially, the full Moon is about getting intoxicated with life.

If you have no confidence in self, you are twice defeated in the race of life. With confidence, you have won even before you have started.