To eat is to appropriate by destruction.
I am no longer sure of anything. If I satiate my desires, I sin but I deliver myself from them; if I refuse to satisfy them, they infect the whole soul.
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.
Time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.
Nothingness haunts Being.
Il n'y a de réalité que dans l'action. (There is no reality except in action.)
There is no human nature, since there is no god to conceive it.
Our responsibility is much greater than we might have supposed, because it involves all mankind.
Don't you feel the same way? When I cannot see myself, even though I touch myself, I wonder if I really exist.
I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.