Those who prefer their principles over their happiness, they refuse to be happy outside the conditions they seem to have attached to their happiness.

... habit starts at the second crime. At the first one, something is ending.

There is nothing abstract about pain. It is specific, it is real, and, when it is intense, it is world destroying.

One plays at being immortal and after a few weeks one doesn't even know whether or not one can hang on till the next day.

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

The workman of today works every day in his life at the same tasks, and this fate is no less absurd. But it is tragic only at the rare moments when it becomes conscious.

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