Jean-Paul Sartre Quotes
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Your entire universe will not be enough to make me guilty. You are the king of the Gods, Jupiter, the king of the stones and of the stars, the king of the waves of the sea. But you are not the king of men.
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As for me, I am mean: that means that I need the suffering of others to exist. A flame. A flame in their hearts. When I am all alone, I am extinguished.
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I tell you in truth: all men are Prophets or else God does not exist.
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Ah! yes, I know: those who see me rarely trust my word: I must look too intelligent to keep it.
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I will not be modest. Humble, as much as you like, but not modest. Modesty is the virtue of the lukewarm.
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If literature isn’t everything, it’s not worth a single hour of someone’s trouble.
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All human activities are equivalent … and … all are on principle doomed to failure.
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I am not virtuous. Our sons will be if we shed enough blood to give them the right to be.
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Thus, Beauty is neither an appearance nor a being, but a relationship: the transformation of being into appearance
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It is the same: a chosen one is a man whom God’s finger crushes against the wall.
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'This is the contradiction of racism, colonialism, and all forms of tyranny: in order to treat a man like a dog, one must first recognize him as a man.'
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Alors, c’est ça l’enfer. Je n'aurais jamais cru... vous vous rappelez: le soufre, le bûcher, le gril... ah! Quelle plaisanterie. Pas besoin de gril, l'enfer, c'est les autres.
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What I see is teeming cohesion, contained dispersal…. For him, to sculpt is to take the fat off space.
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Virtue is the death of conscience because it is the habit of Good, and yet the ethic of the honest man infinitely prefers virtue to the noblest agonies of conscience. Thus, being poses nonbeing and eliminates it. There is only being
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Don’t you feel the same way? When I cannot see myself, even though I touch myself, I wonder if I really exist.
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I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.
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I came to claim my kingdom and you refused me because I was not one of you. Now I am one of you, my subjects, we are bound by blood, and I deserve to be your king. Your sins and your remorse, your mighty anguish, I take all upon myself. Fear your dead no more, they are my dead.
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I can be twenty women, one hundred, if that’s what you want, all women. Ride with me behind you, I weigh nothing, your horse will not feel me. I want to be your whorehouse!
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Tout existant naît sans raison, se prolonge par faiblesse et meurt par rencontre.
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I wanted pure love: foolishness; to love one another is to hate a common enemy: I will thus espouse your hatred. I wanted Good: nonsense; on this earth and in these times, Good and Bad are inseparable: I accept to be evil in order to become good.
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I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.
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Fascism is not defined by the number of its victims, but by the way it kills them.
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such mad confidence within despair.
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The Communist Party has one objective: the creation of a socialist economy; and one means: the utilization of the class struggle.