If we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two.
MARCEL PROUSTWe don’t receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.
More Marcel Proust Quotes
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Instead of seeking new landscapes, develop new eyes.
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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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When I am not too sad to listen, music is my consolation.
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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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Let us be grateful to people who make us happy.
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The creation of the world did not occur at the beginning of time, it occurs every day.
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The courage of one’s opinions is always a form of calculating cowardice in the eyes of the other side.
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Love is space and time measured by the heart.
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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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To write that essential book, a great writer does not need to invent it but merely to translate it, since it already exists in each one of us. The duty and task of a writer are those of translator.
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Nine tenths of the ills from which intelligent people suffer spring from their intellect.
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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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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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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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People wish to learn to swim and at the same time to keep one foot on the ground.
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