About Marcel Proust: Valentin Louis Georges Eugène Marcel Proust is considered by many to be one of the greatest authors of all time.
So few are the easy victories as the ultimate failures.
We needed germans in Paris to hear Wagner.
It is always thus, impelled by a state of mind which is destined not to last, we make our irrevocable decisions
I have had occasion to meet with, in convents for instance, literally saintly examples of practical charity, they have generally had the brisk, decided, undisturbed and slightly brutal air of a busy surgeon, the face in which one can discern no commi...
The fault I find with our journalism is that it forces us to take an interest in some fresh triviality or other every day, whereas only three or four books in a lifetime give us anything that is of real importance.
Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
It is grief that develops the powers of the mind.
For in this world of ours where everything withers, everything perishes, there is a thing that decays, that crumbles into dust even more completely, leaving behind still fewer traces of itself, than beauty: namely grief.
My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.
We are healed of a suffering only by experiencing it to the full.
But,instead of what our imagination makes us suppose and which we worthless try to discover,life gives us something that we could hardly imagine.
The inertia of the mind urges it to slide down the easy slope of imagination, rather than to climb the steep slope of introspection.
La vera terra dei barbari non è quella che non ha mai conosciuto l’arte, ma quella che, disseminata di capolavori, non sa né apprezzarli né conservarli.
Just is not by other men of intelligence that an intelligent an is afraid of being thought a fool, so it is not by the great gentleman but by boors and 'bounders' that a man of fashion is afraid of finding his social value underrated. Three-fourths o...
We have nothing to fear and a great deal to learn from trees, that vigorours and pacific tribe which without stint produces strengthening essences for us, soothing balms, and in whose gracious company we spend so many cool, silent, and intimate hours...
Everything that seems imperishable tends to extinguishment.
She's got feet like boats, whiskers like an American, and her undies are filthy.
Now I could appreciate the merits of a broad, poetical, powerful interpretation, or rather it was to this that those epithets were conventionally applied, but only as we give the names of Mars, Venus, Saturn to planets which have nothing mythological...
... which would enable him to prolong for the time being, and to renew for one day more the disappointment, the torturing deception that must always come to him with the vain presence of this woman, whom he might approach, yet never dared embrace.
When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered...the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls...bearing resiliently, on tiny and almost impalpable drops of their e...
Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.
