Quotes from Jean-Paul Sartre

Be self-indulgent, and those who are also self-indulgent will like you. Tear your neighbor to pieces, and the other neighbors will laugh. But if you beat your soul, all souls will cry out.

Death is a continuation of my life without me...

Freedom is what we do with what is done to us.

There are two ways to go to the gas chamber, free and not free.

The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.

One cannot become a saint when one works sixteen hours a day.

We do not judge the people we love.

In love, one and one are one.

If literature isn't everything, it's not worth a single hour of someone's trouble.

Every age has its own poetry; in every age the circumstances of history choose a nation, a race, a class to take up the torch by creating situations that can be expressed or transcended only through poetry.

Total war is no longer war waged by all members of one national community against all those of another. It is total... because it may well involve the whole world.

Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up; I forget them almost immediately.

3 o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.

There are two types of poor people, those who are poor together and those who are poor alone. The first are the true poor, the others are rich people out of luck.

It answers the question that was tormenting you: my love, you are not 'one thing in my life' - not even the most important - because my life no longer belongs to me because...you are always me.

It is only in our decisions that we are important.

Criminals together. We're in hell, my little friend, and there's never any mistake there. People are not damned for nothing.

I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.

Criticism often takes from the tree caterpillars and blossoms together.

Absurd, irreducible; nothing--not even a profound and secret delirium of nature--could explain [a tree root].

Ah! yes, I know: those who see me rarely trust my word: I must look too intelligent to keep it.

Like all dreamers, I mistook disenchantment for truth.

the worst part about being lied to is knowing you werent worth the truth

Sometimes the truth is too simple for intellectuals.