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Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.

Marcel Proust

No man is a complete mystery except to himself.
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Himself Men Mystery
Death is in truth an illness from which we recover
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Death Recovery Truth
We think and name in one world, we live and feel in another.
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Art Feeling Philosophy Thinking
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
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
It is often hard to bear the tears that we ourselves have caused.
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Inspirational Ourselves Tears
It comes so soon, the moment when there is nothing left to wait for.
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Moments Wait
The only paradise is paradise lost.
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Lost Paradise
The fixity of a habit is generally in direct proportion to its absurdity.
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Habit Mad Proportion
Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them.
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Change People Time
Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true.
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Deep Literature Lying Time
A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.
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Rainy Day Weather World
We are at times too ready to believe that the present is the only possible state of things.
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Believe Mindset Philosophy Possible
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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Book Existence Greatness Humility Writing
An hour is not merely an hour, it is a vase full of scents and sounds and projects and climates.
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Deep Sound Time
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

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