“When the rich wage war it’s the poor who die.”

I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.

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.

If you often lost, just feed poor and relax.

By desiring little, a poor man makes himself rich.

A bad plan that is well executed will yield much better results than a good plan that is poorly executed.

The poorest people are the sweetest people.

You know it’s funny when it rains it pours They got money for wars, but can’t feed the poor.

We are living in a nation which worships wealth rather than caring for the poor. I don’t think that is the nation we should be living in.

Poor people, people of color – especially are much more likely to be found in prison than in institutions of higher education.

Ability is a poor man’s wealth.