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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.

Marcel Proust

The courage of one’s opinions is always a form of calculating cowardice in the eyes of the other side.
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Courage Eyes Opinion
Dear Friend: I have nearly died three times since morning.
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Death Friendship Hard Time Morning
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
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Friendship Gratitude Happiness Soul
Love is space and time measured by the heart.
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Heart Love Space Time
Everything great in the world comes from neurotics. They alone have founded our religions and composed our masterpieces.
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Greatness Literature Religion World
There are optical illusions in time as well as space.
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Illusion Science Space
We do not receive wisdom, we must discover it for ourselves, after a journey through the wilderness which no one else can make for us, which no one can spare us, for our wisdom is the point of view from which we come at last to regard the world.
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Discover Journey Learning View Wisdom World
Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude.
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Communication Miracle Reading Solitude
Reality is never more than a first step towards an unknown on the road to which one can never progress very far.
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Progress Reality Road
The bonds that unite another person to our self exist only in our mind.
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Existence Mindset Money Relationship
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
Desire makes everything blossom; possession makes everything wither and fade.
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Desire Difference Fade
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy.
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Appreciation Grateful People Thankful
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
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
No man is a complete mystery except to himself.
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Himself Men Mystery

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