Hell Is For Other People.

Life Gave Me Everything I Asked If All I Asked Was Not A Great Deal, That's My Problem!

What I Regretted In La Nausee Was Not To Have Put Myself Completely Into The Thing. I Remained Outside My Hero's Disease, Protected By My Neurosis Which, Through Writing, Gave Me Happiness.

I Am Responsible For Everything... Except My Very Responsibility.

I Felt Myself In A Solitude So Frightful That I Contemplated Suicide. What Held Me Back Was The Idea That No One, Absolutely No One, Would Be Moved By My Death, That I Would Be Even More Alone In Death Than In Life.

When Rich People Fight Wars With One Another, Poor People Are The Ones To Die.