Whoever today speaks of human existence in terms of power, efficiency, and ''historical tasks'' is an actual or potential assassin.
More and more, when faced with the world of men, the only reaction is one of individualism. Man alone is an end unto himself. Everything one tries to do for the common good ends in failure.
To live is to hurt others, and through others, to hurt oneself. Cruel earth! How can we manage not to touch anything? To find what ultimate exile?
Children will still die unjustly even in a perfect society. Even by his greatest effort, man can only propose to diminish, arithmetically, the sufferings of the world.
The innocent is the person who explains nothing.
There's no need to hang about waiting for the last judgment. It takes place every day.
Category: Judgment And Judges
Accept life, take it as it is? Stupid. The means of doing otherwise? Far from our having to take it, it is life that possesses us and on occasion shuts our mouths.
If, after all, men cannot always make history have meaning, they can always act so that their own lives have one.
Men must live and create. Live to the point of tears.
Real generosity toward the future lies in giving all to the present.
We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking. In that race which daily hastens us towards death, the body maintains its irreparable lead.
The desire for possession is insatiable, to such a point that it can survive even love itself. To love, therefore, is to sterilize the person one loves.
Man wants to live, but it is useless to hope that this desire will dictate all his actions.
Category: Lust For Life
Martyrs, my friend, have to choose between being forgotten, mocked or used. As for being understood -- never.
Just as all thought, and primarily that of non-signification, signifies something, so there is no art that has no signification.
Category: Meaning Of Life