Sometimes in this life, under the stress of an exceptional emotion, people do say what they think.
MARCEL PROUSTThe 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.
More Marcel Proust Quotes
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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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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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A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.
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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.
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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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Nine tenths of the ills from which intelligent people suffer spring from their intellect.
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If we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two.
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There are optical illusions in time as well as space.
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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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Love ever unsatisfied, lives always in the moment that is about to come.
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An hour is not merely an hour, it is a vase full of scents and sounds and projects and climates.
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Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.
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Desire makes everything blossom; possession makes everything wither and fade.
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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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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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