The day of my arrest I was first put in a room where there were already several other prisoners, most of them Arabs. They laughed when they saw me. Then they asked what I was in for. I said I'd killed an Arab and they were all silent

We are not certain, we are never certain. If we were we could reach some conclusions, and we could, at last, make others take us seriously.

Liberty is dangerous, as hard to get along with as it is exciting.

A man devoid of hope and conscious of being so has ceased to belong to the future.

In this respect, our townsfolk were like everybody else, wrapped up in themselves; in other words, they were humanists: they disbelieved in pestilences. A pestilence isn't a thing made to man's measure; therefore we tell ourselves that pestilence is a mere bogy of the mind, a bad dream that will pass away. But it doesn't always pass away and, from one bad dream to another, it is men who pass away, and the humanists first of all, because they have taken no precautions.

Thinking is learning all over again how to see, directing one's consciousness, making of every image a privileged place.

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.