It is not right, my fellow countrymen, you who know very well all the crimes committed in our name, it???s not at all right that you do not breathe a word about them to anyone, not even to your own soul, for fear of having to stand in judgement on yourself.
I do not feel that I am the product of chance, a speck of dust in the universe, but someone who was expected, prepared, prefigured. In short, a being whom only a Creator could put here; and this idea of a creating hand refers to God.
One does not adopt a new idea, one slips into it.
When the rich wage war it's the poor who die.
Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.
One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one's death, one dies one's life.
Everything has been figured out, except how to live.
Acting is a question of absorbing other people's personalities and adding some of your own experience.
Acting is happy agony.
Life has no meaning the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.
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.
Freedom is what you do with what's been done to you.
The poor don't know that their function in life is to exercise our generosity
That God does not exist, I cannot deny, That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget
Hell is other people.
We do not judge the people we love
I distrust the incommunicable; it is the source of all violence
One always dies too soon - or too late. And yet one's whole life is complete at that moment, with a line drawn neatly under it, ready for the summing up. You are - your life, and nothing else.
Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.
Man is not the sum of what he has but the totality of what he does not yet have, of what he might have
We are alone, with no excuses. That is the idea I shall try to convey when I say that man is condemned to be free. Condemned, because he did not create himself, yet, in other respects is free; because, once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.
Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough
Once you hear the details of victory, it is hard to distinguish it from a defeat
Words are loaded pistols
I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.