The charms of the passing woman are generally in direct proportion to the swiftness of her passing. – Marcel Proust
A woman one loves rarely suffices for all our needs, so we deceive her with another whom we do not love. – Marcel Proust
It is in moments of illness that we are compelled to recognize that we live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom, whole worlds apart, who has no knowledge of us and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood: our body. – Marcel Proust
Every reader finds himself. The writers work is merely a kind of optical instrument that makes it possible for the reader to discern what, without this book, he would perhaps never have seen in himself. – Marcel Proust