But what does it mean, the plague? It's life, that's all.

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

In the world today, only a philosophy of eternity could justify non-violence.

There is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between.

Whoever gives nothing, has nothing. The greatest misfortune is not to be unloved, but not to love.

One might think, that a period which, within fifty years, uproots, enslaves or kills seventy million human beings, should only, and forthwith, be condemned. But also its guilt must be understood.

Fate is not in man but around him