Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.
In Oran, as elsewhere, for want of time and thought, people have to love one another without knowing it.
It takes time to live. Like any work of art, life needs to be thought about.
To insure the adoration of a theorem for any length of time, faith is not enough, a police force is needed as well.
I had only a little time left and I didn't want to waste it on God.
There lay certitude; there, in the daily round. All the rest hung on mere threads and trivial contingencies; you couldn't waste your time on it. The thing was to do your job as it should be done.
There always comes a time in history when the person who dares to say that 2 2=4 is punished by death. And the issue is not what reward or what punishment will be the outcome of that reasoning. The issue is simply whether or not 2 2=4.
In the light, the earth remains our first and our last love. Our brothers are breathing under the same sky as we; justice is a living thing. Now is born that strange joy which helps one live and die, and which we shall never again postpone to a later time.
Only it takes time to be happy. A lot of time. Happiness, too, is a long patience.
To have time was at once the most magnificent and the most dangerous of experiments. Idleness is fatal only to the mediocre.
Poor and free rather than rich and enslaved. Of course, men want to be both rich and free, and this is what leads them at times to be poor and enslaved.