When I was young, I expected people to give me more than they could – continuous friendship, permanent emotion. Now I have learned to expect less of them than they can give – a silent companionship. And their emotions, their friendship, and noble gestures keep their full miraculous value in my eyes; wholly the fruit of grace.
From one of Camus’ entries; dated May, 1935:
He is at ease in sincerity. Very rare.
William Dare 