The Worst Part About Being Lied To

Handing Over A Bank Note Is Enough To Make A Bicycle Belong To Me, But My Entire Life Is Needed To Realize This Possession.

It Is Meaningless That We Are Born, It Is Meaningless That We Die.

So That Is What Hell Is. I Would Never Have Believed It. You Remember: The Fire And Brimstone, The Torture. Ah! The Farce. There Is No Need For Torture: Hell Is Other People.

Emotion Is First Of All And In Principle An Accident

The Appearance Of The Other In The World Corresponds Therefore To A Congealed Sliding Of The Whole Universe.