There are plenty of problems in the world, and doubtless climate change - or whatever the currently voguish phrase for it all is - certainly is one of them. But it's low on my list.
The world is a never-ending cross-reference.
Memory is like a dog that lies down where it pleases.
She had nothing to do all day. . . but did it with the greatest possible speed.
He regarded life as a rather odd club of which he had accidentally become a member and from which one could be expelled without reasons having to be supplied. He had already decided to leave the club if the meetings should become all too boring. But how boring is boring?
Through men. . . you learn how the world is. Through women you learn what it is.
I find it unbearable to need a body in order to exist.
Beware of altruism. It is based on self-deception, the root of all evil.
Having soon discovered to be great, I must appear so, and therefore studiously avoided mixing in society, and wrapped myself in mystery, devoting my time to fasting and prayer.
Without a sense of urgency, desire loses its value.
Existentialists are monumentally and monotonously serious; they don't like to joke.