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

We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking. In that race which daily hastens us towards death, the body maintains its irreparable lead.

We do not know how to eliminate evil, but we do know how to feed some of the hungry and heal some of the infirmed.

People hasten to judge in order not to be judged themselves.

A free press can, of course, be good or bad, but, most certainly without freedom, the press will never be anything but bad.

For the existentials, negation is their God. To be precise, that god is maintained only through the negation of human reason. But, like suicides, gods change with men.

Fancy language, like poplin, too often conceals an eczema.