Never have I thought that I was the happy possessor of a "talent;" my sole concern has been to save myself by work and faith.
Jean-Paul Sartre (1905 - 1980)
Source: The Words (Les Mots), 1964
Contributed by: Zaady
The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.
I was escaping from Nature and at last becoming myself, that Other whom I was aspiring to be in the eyes of others.
All the same, they [books] do serve some purpose. Culture doesn't save anything or anyone, it doesn't justify. But it's a product of man: he projects himself into it, he recognizes himself in it; that critical mirror alone offers him his image.
I distrust the incommunicable; it is the source of all violence.
Everything is gratuitous, this garden, this city and myself. When you suddenly realize it, it makes you feel sick and everything begins to drift . . . that's nausea.
Source: La Nausée, 1938
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