Jean-Paul Sartre

Jean-Paul Sartre
Jean-Paul-Charles-Aymard Sartrewas a French philosopher, playwright, novelist, political activist, biographer, and literary critic. He was one of the key figures in the philosophy of existentialism and phenomenology, and one of the leading figures in 20th-century French philosophy and Marxism...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionPhilosopher
Date of Birth21 June 1905
CityParis, France
CountryFrance
mistake people together
Criminals together. We're in hell, my little friend, and there's never any mistake there. People are not damned for nothing.
firsts principles emotion
emotion is first of all and in principle an accident
madness absurd relation
A madman's ravings are absurd in relation to the situation in which he finds himself, but not in relation to his madness.
life blood shedding-blood
It is too early to love. We will buy the right to do so by shedding blood.
filled-up existentialism plunge
Time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.
existentialism nothingness
Nothingness haunts Being.
running men running-away
Better to have beasts that let themselves be killed than men who run away.
children chocolate pieces
It’s the well-behaved children that make the most formidable revolutionaries. They don’t say a word, they don’t hide under the table, they eat only one piece of chocolate at a time. But later on, they make society pay dearly.
reflection glasses heaven
Your scare me rather. My reflection in the glass never did that; of course, I knew it so well. Like something I had tamed...I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.
want said dies
I said to myself, 'I want to die decently'.
ideas maintaining prove
Why do you keep maintaining your ideas are right if you can't prove them?
missing honey miss-me
Some of these days, Oh, you'll miss me honey
home years waiting
In the state I was in, if someone had come and told me I could go home quietly, that they would leave me my life whole, it would have left me cold: several hours or several years of waiting is all the same when you have lost the illusion of being eternal.
garden white streets
I am alone in this white, garden-rimmed street. Alone and free. But this freedom is rather like death.