But since he has decided to have the impossibility of living, every misfortune is an opportunity which lays this importance of living before his eyes… - Jean-Paul Sartre

It is too early to love. We will buy the right to do so by shedding blood.

the diversity of things, their individuality, were only an appearance, a veneer. This veneer had melted, leaving soft, monstrous masses, all in disorder — naked, in a frightful, obscene nakedness.

I grasp at each second, trying to suck it dry: nothing happens which I do not seize, which I do not fix forever in myself, nothing, neither the fugitive tenderness of those lovely eyes, nor the noises of the street, nor the false dawn of early morning: and even so the minute passes and I do not hold it back, I like to see it pass.