At that moment he knew what his mother was thinking, and that she loved him. But he knew, too, that to love someone means relatively little; or, rather, that love is never strong enough to find the words befitting it. Thus he and his mother would always love each other silently. And one day she--or he--would die, without ever, all their lives long, having gone farther than this by way of making their affection known.
Albert CamusThe artist forges himself to the others, midway between the beauty he cannot do without and the community he cannot tear himself away from. That is why true artists scorn nothing: they are obliged to understand rather than to judge.
Albert CamusI used to advertise my loyalty and I don't believe there is a single person I loved that I didn't eventually betray.
Albert CamusIt is a well-known fact that we always recognize our homeland at the moment we are about to lose it.
Albert Camus