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Only by art can we get outside ourselves, instead of seeing only one world, our own, we see it under multiple forms.

Marcel Proust

A photograph acquires something of the dignity which it ordinarily lacks when it ceases to be a reproduction of reality and shows us things that no longer exist.
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Dignity Existence Photography Reality
A woman one loves rarely suffices for all our needs, so we deceive her with another whom we do not love.
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Cheating Love Relationship Woman
We live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom: our body.
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Body Different Ourselves
When from a long distant past nothing subsists after the things are broken and scattered, the smell and taste of things remain.
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Break Distance Food Past Taste
Thanks to art, instead of seeing one world, our own, we see it multiplied and as many original artists as there are, so many worlds are at our disposal.
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Art Deep Thankful World
It has been said that beauty is a promise of happiness. Conversely, the possibility of pleasure can be a beginning of beauty.
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Beauty Possible Promise
Desire makes everything blossom.
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Desire One Liner
The fixity of a habit is generally in direct proportion to its absurdity.
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Habit Mad Proportion
One must never miss an opportunity of quoting things by others which are always more interesting than those one thinks up oneself.
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Oneself Opportunity Thinking
In love, happiness is an abnormal state.
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Happiness Love
In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.
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Literature Love Reality
Death is in truth an illness from which we recover
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Death Recovery Truth
It is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint, it is because we ourselves are dying.
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Affection Dying Fade Growth Literature People
There comes in all our lives a time, when the ears can listen to no music save what the moonlight breathes through the flute of silence.
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Ears Listening Moon Music Silence Time
We think and name in one world, we live and feel in another.
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Art Feeling Philosophy Thinking
The artist who gives up an hour of work for an hour of conversation with a friend knows that he is sacrificing a reality for something that does not exist.
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Existence Give Up Reality Sacrifice

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