We do not wish to say only that a man is responsible for his own individuality, but that he is responsible for that of all men.

If you are lonely when you're alone, you are in bad company.

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.

Every word has consequences. Every silence, too.

We are our choices.

Before you come alive, life is nothing; it 's up to you to give it a meaning, and value is nothing else but the meaning that you choose.

Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.

We only become what we are by the radical and deep-seated refusal of that which others have made of us.

What is life but an unpleasant interruption to a peaceful nonexistence.

I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.

Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself. [It is a matter of choice, not chance.] Such is the first principle of existentialism.

The only real treasure is in your head. Memories are better than diamonds and nobody can steal them from you

Call me a Freak all u want really...I honestly take it as a compliment everytime. No matter how it was intended.

Every child deserves good parents and a beautiful world full of opportunities and possibilities.

Women have a predestination to suffering.

I adapted an antiquated style and modernized it to something that was efficient. I didn't know anyone else in the world would be able to use it and I never imagined it would revolutionize the event.

The arts are very alive in Ireland, so that had its influence on me. But I consider myself European, really.

Architects work in two ways. One is to respond precisely to a client's needs or demands. Another is to look at what the client asks and reinterpret it.

A soul cannot live without loving. It must have something to love, for it was created to love.

Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold.