The only paradise is paradise lost.

The sight of the little madeleine had recalled nothing to my mind before I tasted it...

I understood that all the material of a literary work was in my past life, I understood that I had acquired it in the midst of frivolous amusements, in idleness, in tenderness and in pain, stored up by me without my divining its destination or even its survival, as the seed has in reserve all the ingredients which will nourish the plant.

Like many intellectuals, he was incapable of saying a simple thing in a simple way.

The true voyage of discovery is not a journey to a new place; it is learning to see with new eyes.

Our passions shape our books, repose writes them in the intervals.

Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.