A woman one loves rarely suffices for all our needs, so we deceive her with another whom we do not love.
MARCEL PROUSTReality is never more than a first step towards an unknown on the road to which one can never progress very far.
More Marcel Proust Quotes
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When you work to please others you can’t succeed, but the things you do to satisfy yourself stand a chance of catching someone’s interest.
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Nine tenths of the ills from which intelligent people suffer spring from their intellect.
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The bonds that unite us to another human being are sanctified when he or she adopts the same point of view as ourselves in judging one of our imperfections.
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Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible.
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Everything great in the world comes from neurotics. They alone have founded our religions and composed our masterpieces.
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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.
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If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, to dream all the time.
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As long as men are free to ask what they must, free to say what they think, free to think what they will, freedom can never be lost and science can never regress.
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Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.
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Desire makes everything blossom.
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Desire makes everything blossom; possession makes everything wither and fade.
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People wish to learn to swim and at the same time to keep one foot on the ground.
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Always try to keep a patch of sky above your life.
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The highest praise of God consists in the denial of him by the atheist who finds creation so perfect that it can dispense with a creator.
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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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