“I recover my property wherever I find it.”

There’s nothing people can’t contrive to praise or condemn and find justification for doing so, according to their age and their inclinations.

You are my peace, my solace, my salvation.

Good Heavens! For more than forty years I have been speaking prose without knowing it.

I live on good soup, not on fine words.

To live without loving is not really to live.

How easy love makes fools of us.

There is something inexpressibly charming in falling in love and, surely, the whole pleasure lies in the fact that love isn’t lasting.

And with his arms crossed he looks pityingly down from his spiritual height on everything that anyone says.

It is not only for what we do that we are held responsible, but also for what we do not do.

Our minds need relaxation, and give way unless we mix with work a little play.

Stay awhile that we may make an end the sooner.

To find yourself jilted is a blow to your pride. Do your best to forget it and if you don’t succeed, at least pretend to.

You have but to hold forth in cap and gown, and any gibberish becomes learning, all nonsense passes for sense.

Show some mercy to this chair which has stretched out its arms to you for so long; please satisfy its desire to embrace you!

Some of the most famous books are the least worth reading. Their fame was due to their having done something that needed to be doing in their day. The work is done and the virtue of the book has expired.

Unreasonable haste is the direct road to error.

But as a property owner of Orlando, I wouldn’t rent to someone who is gay any more than I would rent to a person who is a practicing witch.

When Proust urges us to evaluate the world properly, he repeatedly reminds us of the value of modest scenes.

If I could find the right kind of property, get tied in with the right movie, I’d love to be involved, but I just find it hard to be motivated to do another screenplay right now.

It is thus quite simply false that whereof one cannot speak (in the sense of ‘there is nothing to say about it that specifies it and grants it separating properties’), thereof one must be silent.

The happiness that may emerge from taking a second look is central to Proust’s therapeutic conception. It reveals the extent to which our dissatisfactions may be the result of failing to look properly at our lives rather than the result of anything inherently deficient about them.

People lucky enough to live in the vicinity of an industrial hog farm are, with each breath, made keenly aware of the cause of their declining property values.

Since they had a lot of property and controlled an empire of propaganda, they made the European governments helpless.

Man has a primary property right to his person and his labor.