In Oran, as elsewhere, for want of time and thought, people have to love one another without knowing it.

Likewise, every time somebody interjects to speak of my honesty there is someone who quivers inside me.

It is not your paintings I like, it is your painting.

Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.

The modern mind is in complete disarray. Knowledge has stretched itself to the point where neither the world nor our intelligence can find any foot-hold. It is a fact that we are suffering from nihilism.

What is a firm hand to me, of what use to me is this astonishing power if I cannot change the order of things, if I cannot make the sun set in the east, that suffering diminish and that beings no longer die?

Your success and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them. But to be happy it is essential not to be too concerned with others. Consequently, there is no escape. Happy and judged, or absolved and wretched.