A cathedral, a wave of a storm, a dancer's leap, never turn out to be as high as we had hoped.
Marcel ProustTrue variety is in that plenitude of real and unexpected elements, in the branch charged with blue flowers thrusting itself, against all expectations, from the springtime hedge which seems already too full, while the purely formal imitation of varietyis but void and uniformity, that is, that which is most opposed to variety.
Marcel ProustThere is no doubt that a person's charms are less frequently a cause of love than a remark such as: 'No, this evening I shan't be free'.
Marcel Proust