Jean-Paul Sartre

"I grasp at each second, trying to suck it dry: nothing happens which I do not seize, which I do not fix forever in myself, nothing, neither the fugitive tenderness of those lovely eyes, nor the noises of the street, nor the false dawn of early morning: and even so the minute passes and I do not hold it back, I like to see it pass."

"By turning my head slightly, I could see something out of the corner of my eye: it was a hand, the small white hand which slid along the table a little while ago. Now it was resting on its back, relaxed, soft and sensual, it had the indolent nudity of a woman sunning herself after bathing. A brown hairy object approached it, hesitant. It was a thick finger, yellowed by tobacco; inside this hand it had all the grossness of a male sex organ. It stopped for an instant, rigid, pointing at the fragile palm, then suddenly, it timidly began to stroke it. I was not surprised, I was only furious at the Self-Taught Man (L'Autodidacte); couldn't he hold himself back, the fool, didn't he realize the risk he was running? The Self-Taught Man did not look surprised. He must have been expecting this for years. He must have imagined what would happen a hundred times, the day the Corsican would slip up behind him and a furious voice would resound suddenly in his ears. Yet he came back every evening, he feverishly pursued his reading and then, from time to time, like a thief, stroked a white hand or perhaps the leg of a small boy. It was resignation that I read on his face."

"If, for example, we consider destruction, we must recognize that it is an activity which doubtless could utilize judgment as an instrument but which can not be defined as uniquely or even primarily judicative. Destruction presents the same structure as "the question." In a sense, certainly, man is the only being by whom a destruction can be accomplished. A geological plication, a storm do not destroy - or at least they do not destroy directly; they merely modify the distribution of masses of beings. There is no less after the storm than before. There is something else. Even this expression is improper, for to posit otherness there must be a witness who can retain the past in some manner and compare it to the present in the form of no longer. In the absence of this witness, there is being before as after the storm that is all. If a cyclone can bring about the death of certain living beings, this death will be destruction only if it is experienced as such. In order for destruction to exist, there must be first a relation of man to being - i.e., a transcendence; and within the limits of this relation, it is necessary that man apprehend one being as destructible. This supposes a limiting cutting into being by a being, which, as we saw in connection with truth, is already a process of nihilation. The being under consideration is that and outside of that nothing. The gunner who has been assigned an objective carefully points his gun in a certain direction excluding all others. But even this would still be nothing unless the being of the gunner's objective is revealed as fragile. And what is fragility if not a certain probability of non - being for a given being under determined circumstances. A being is fragile if it carries in its being a definite possibility of non - being. But once again it is through man that fragility comes into being, for the individualizing limitation which we mentioned earlier is the condition of fragility; one being is fragile and not all being, for the latter is beyond all possible destruction. Thus the relation of individualizing limitation which man enters into with one being on the original basis of his relation to being causes fragility to enter into this being as the appearance of a permanent possibility of non - being. But this is not all."

"Nothingness haunts being."

"Generosity is nothing else than a craze to possess. All which I abandon, all which I give, I enjoy in a higher manner through the fact that I give it away.... To give is to enjoy possessively the object which one gives."

"I am responsible for everything ... except for my very responsibility, for I am not the foundation of my being. Therefore everything takes place as if I were compelled to be responsible. I am abandoned in the world ... in the sense that I find myself suddenly alone and without help, engaged in a world for which I bear the whole responsibility without being able, whatever I do, to tear myself away from this responsibility for an instant."

"Denn in der ersten Zeit des Aufstands muß getötet werden: Einen Europäer erschlagen heißt zwei Fliegen auf einmal treffen, nämlich gleichzeitig einen Unterdrücker und einen Unterdrückten aus der Welt schaffen. Was übrigbleibt, ist ein toter Mensch und ein freier Mensch."

"(...) Der Mensch muß sich sein eigenes Wesen schaffen; indem er sich in die Welt wirft, in ihr leidet, in ihr kämpft, definiert er sich allmählich; und die Definition bleibt immer offen; man kann nicht sagen, was ein bestimmter Mensch ist, bevor er nicht gestorben ist, oder was die Menschheit ist, bevor sie nicht verschwunden ist."

"Der Mensch kann nichts wollen, wenn er nicht zunächst begriffen hat, daß er auf nichts anderes als auf sich selber zählen kann, daß er allein ist, verlassen auf der Erde inmitten seiner unendlichen Verantwortlichkeiten, ohne Hilfe noch Beistand, ohne ein anderes Ziel als das, das er sich selbst geben wird, ohne ein anderes Schicksal als das, das er sich auf dieser Erde schmieden wird."

"Morgen werden die schwarzen Vögel kommen."

"Mein Großvater [Charles Schweitzer] [...] war ein Mann des 19. Jahrhunderts, der sich, wie viele andere, Victor Hugo selbst nicht ausgeschlossen, für Victor Hugo hielt."

"Drei Uhr, das ist immer zu spät oder zu früh für alles, was man machen will."

"Die Hölle, das sind die anderen."

"Für uns gibt es so etwas wie die Philosophie als solche überhaupt nicht. Denn wie auch immer man diesen Schatten der Wissenschaft, diese graue Eminenz der Humanität, betrachten mag, sie ist nur eine hypostatierte Abstraktion. In Wirklichkeit gibt es nur Philosophien."

"Das beste bei Freud finden Sie schon bei Plato. [...] Sie täten besser daran, Spinoza zu lesen."