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Marcel Proust
July 10, 1871 - November 18, 1922
Nationality: French
Category: Author
Subcategory: French Author

A powerful idea communicates some of its strength to him who challenges it.

   

Those whose suffering is due to love are, as we say of certain invalids, their own physicians.

   

We do not succeed in changing things according to our desire, but gradually our desire changes.

   

Three-quarters of the sicknesses of intelligent people come from their intelligence. They need at least a doctor who can understand this sickness.

   

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.

   

The world was not created once and for all time for each of us individually. There are added to it in the course of our life things of which we have never had any suspicion.

   

Illness is the doctor to whom we pay most heed; to kindness, to knowledge, we make promise only; pain we obey.

   

The bonds that unite another person to our self exist only in our mind.

   

The time at our disposal each day is elastic; the passions we feel dilate it, those that inspire us shrink it, and habit fills it.

   

Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible.

   

If only for the sake of elegance, I try to remain morally pure.

   

It is always during a passing state of mind that we make lasting resolutions.

   

Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true.

   

A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.

   

No exile at the South Pole or on the summit of Mont Blanc separates us more effectively from others than the practice of a hidden vice.

   

The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.

   

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

   

It is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint, it is because we ourselves are dying.

   

Only through art can we emerge from ourselves and know what another person sees.

   

There is no man, however wise, who has not at some period of his youth said things, or lived in a way the consciousness of which is so unpleasant to him in later life that he would gladly, if he could, expunge it from his memory.

   

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