Working conditions for me have always been those of the monastic life: solitude and frugality. Except for frugality, they are contrary to my nature, so much so that work is a violence I do to myself.

The current motto for all of us can only be this: without giving up anything on the plane of justice, yield nothing on the plane of freedom.

Man is always prey to his truths. Once he has admitted them, he cannot free himself from them.

Only the sea, murmurous behind the dingy checkerboard of houses, told of the unrest, the precariousness, of all things in this world.

Yes, everything is simple. It's people who complicate things.

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

It is the job of thinking people not to be on the side of the executioners.