من تقوا ندارم، شاید فرزندان ما باتقوا شوند، به‌شرط آنکه ما آن‌قدر خون جاری کنیم تا حق داشتن فضیلت را به آنها بدهیم. - Jean-Paul Sartre

If I didn't try to assume responsibility for my own existence, it would seem utterly absurd to go on existing.

Every age has its own poetry; in every age the circumstances of history choose a nation, a race, a class to take up the torch by creating situations that can be expressed or transcended only through poetry.

There are also amateurs. These are secretaries, office workers, shopkeepers, people who listen to others in cafes: around forty they feel swollen, with an experience they can't get rid of. Luckily they've made children on whom they can pass it off. They would like to make us believe that their
past is not lost, that their memories are condensed, gently transformed into Wisdom.