Marcel Proust

Things don't change, but by and by our wishes change.

People have many different kinds of pleasure. The real one is that for which they will forsake the others.

Often it is just lack of imagination that keeps a man from suffering very much.

The moments of the past do not remain still; they retain in our memory the motion which drew them towards the future, towards a future which has itself become the past, and draw us on in their train.

A cathedral, a wave of storm, a dancer's leap, never turn out to be as high as we had hoped.

We are healed of a suffering only by experiencing it in full.

There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.

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

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