A little insomnia is not without its value in making us appreciate sleep, in throwing a ray of light upon that darkness. – Marcel Proust
The charms of the passing woman are generally in direct proportion to the swiftness of her passing. – Marcel Proust
The sensitiveness claimed by neurotic is matched by their egotism: they cannot abide the flaunting by others of the sufferings to which they pay an even increasing amount of attention in themselves. – 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