Everything great in the world is done by neurotics; they alone founded our religions and created our masterpieces. – Marcel Proust
Illness is the most heeded of doctors: to goodness and wisdom we only make promises; pain we obey. – Marcel Proust
A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves. – 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