Man Is Condemned To Be Free

I Can Receive Nothing More From These Tragic Solitudes Than A Little Empty Purity.

Nothingness Lies Coiled In The Heart Of Being - Like A Worm.

On My Way To The Office In The Morning, There Are, In Front Of Me, Behind Me, Other Men Going To Their Jobs. I See Them; If I Dared, I Would Smile At Them. I Think To Myself That I Am A Socialist, That They Are The Purpose Of My Life, Of My Efforts And That They Do Not Know It Yet.

Man Is Nothing Else But What He Purposes, He Exists Only In So Far As He Realizes Himself, He Is Therefore Nothing Else But The Sum Of His Actions, Nothing Else But What His Life Is.

One Does Not Adopt A New Idea, One Slips Into It.