As soon as there will exist for everyone a margin of real freedom beyond the production of life, Marxism will have lived out its span; a philosophy of freedom will take its place. But we have no means, no intellectual instrument, no concrete experience which allow us to conceive of this freedom or of this philosophy.
The being of the phenomenon although coextensive with the phenomenon, can not be subject to the phenomenal condition-which is to exist only in so far as it reveals itself-and that consequently it surpasses the knowledge which we have of it and provides the basis for such knowledge.
Those intellectuals who come after the great flowering and who undertake to set the systems in order to use the new methods to conquer territory not yet fully explored, those who provide practical applications for the theory and employ it as a tool to destroy and to construct, they should not be called philosophers. They cultivate the domain, they take an inventory, they erect certain structures there, they may even bring about certain internal changes; but they still get their nourishment from the living thought of the great dead.
We are in hell and I will have my turn!
A writer who takes political, social or literary positions must act only with the means that are his. These means are the written words.
Admit it, it is your youth that you regret, more even than your crime; it is my youth you hate, even more than my innocence.
I was your luxury. For nineteen years I have been put in your man's world and was forbidden to touch anything and you made me think that all was going very well and that I did not have to worry about anything but putting flowers in vases. Why did you lie to me? Why did you keep me ignorant, if it was to admit to me one day that this world is cracking and that you are all powerless and to make me choose between a suicide and a murder?
The more one is absorbed in fighting evil, the less one is tempted to place the good in question.
If being exists as over against God, it is its own support; it does not preserve the least trace of divine creation. In a word, even if it had been created, being-in-itself would be inexplicable in terms of creation; for it assumes its being beyond the creation.
On meurt toujours trop tôt - ou trop tard. Et cependant la vie est là, terminée: le trait est tirè, il faut faire la somme. Tu n'es rien d'autre que ta vie.
One always dies too soon, or too late. And yet, life is there, finished: the line is drawn, and it must all be added up. You are nothing other than your life.