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It comes so soon, the moment when there is nothing left to wait for.

Marcel Proust

Death is in truth an illness from which we recover
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Death Recovery Truth
There are optical illusions in time as well as space.
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Illusion Science Space
Just as those who practice the same profession recognize each other instinctively, so do those who practice the same vice.
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Practice Profession Recognition Vice
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
In love, happiness is an abnormal state.
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Happiness Love
A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.
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Rainy Day Weather World
If we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two.
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Endurance Fantasy Reality
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy.
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Appreciation Grateful People Thankful
Only by art can we get outside ourselves, instead of seeing only one world, our own, we see it under multiple forms.
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Art Ourselves See World
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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Freedom Lost Men Science Thinking
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
We love only what we do not wholly possess.
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Human Love Nature
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
Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible.
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Happiness Joy Laughter Purpose
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
We live not alone but chained to a creature of a different kingdom: our body.
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Body Different Ourselves

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