Once freedom lights its beacon in man's heart, the gods are powerless against him.

Jean-Paul Sartre

Jean-Paul Sartre

Profession: Philosopher
Nationality: French

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I would like to see the truth clearly before it is too late.

Existentialism is no mournful delectation but a humanist philosophy of action, effort, combat, and solidarity. Man must create his own essence: it is in throwing himself into the world, suffering there, struggling there, that he gradually defines say what this man is before he dies, or what mankind is before it has disappeared.

In football everything is complicated by the presence of the opposite team.

I know very well that I don't want to do anything: to do something is to create existence—and there's quite enough existence as it is.

I am not asking for sensational revelations, but I would like to sense the meaning of that minute, to feel it's urgency...

Life has no meaning the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.

Life begins on the other side of despair.

Generosity is nothing else than a craze to possess. All which I abandon, all which I give, I enjoy in a higher manner through the fact that I give it away. To give is to enjoy possessively the object which one gives.

Freedom is what you do with what's been done to you.

People are like dice. We throw ourselves in the direction of our own choosing.

My passion was dead. For years it had rolled over and submerged me; now I felt empty. But that wasn't the worst: before me, posed with a sort of indolence, was a voluminous, insipid idea. I did not see clearly what it was, but it sickened me so much I couldn't look at it.

At one point, Roquentin realizes that the seat he is on is a seat only by name: it could just as well be a dead donkey. . . . Things are divorced from their names. They are there, grotesque, headstrong, gigantic, and it seems ridiculous to call them seats or say anything at all about them: I am in the midst of things, nameless things.

I exist because I think … and I can't stop myself from thinking. At this very moment–it's frightful–if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing.

M. de Rollebon was my partner; he needed me in order to exist and I needed him so as not to feel my existence.