After all, every murderer when he kills runs the risk of the most dreadful of deaths, whereas those who kill him risk nothing except promotion.

And so I learned that familiar paths traced in the dusk of summer evenings may lead as well to prison as to innocent untroubled sleep.

Some people talk in their sleep. Lecturers talk while other people sleep.

Once in the midst of a seemingly endless winter, I discovered within myself an invincible spring.

It is not humiliating to be unhappy. Physical suffering is sometimes humiliating, but the suffering of being cannot be, it is life.

The future is the only kind of property that the masters willingly concede to the slaves.

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