Nothingness Haunts Being.

My Pessimism Has Never Been Flabby.

Man Is Nothing Else But What He Makes Of Himself.

All I Want Is' - And He Uttered The Final Words Through Clenched Teeth And With A Sort Of Shame - 'to Retain My Freedom.' I Should Myself Have Thought,' Said Jacques, 'that Freedom Consisted In Frankly Confronting Situations Into Which One Had Deliberately Entered, And Accepting All One's Responsibilities. But That, No Doubt, Is Not Your View.

How Can I, Who Was Not Able To Retain My Own Past, Hope To Save That Of Another?

I Am Alone In This White, Garden-rimmed Street. Alone And Free. But This Freedom Is Rather Like Death.