Summer [not exactly] in Algiers

From under Waterloo arches:

'The loves we share with a city are often secret loves... a certain volume of sunlight, the sea at the end of every street...'

'I know simply that this sky will last longer than I. And what shall I call eternity except what will continue after my death?... [B]eing pure is recovering that spiritual home where one can feel the world's relationship, where one's pulse-beats coincide with the violent throbbing of the two o'clock sun.'

'If there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life'

'The contrary of a civilized nation is a creative nation.'