The tiny, initial clue ... by allowing us to imagine what we do not know, stimulates a desire for knowledge.
Marcel ProustIllness is the doctor to whom we pay most heed; to kindness, to knowledge, we make promise only; pain we obey.
Marcel ProustAt that time, he was satisfying a sensual curiosity by experiencing the pleasures of people who live for love. He had believed he could stop there, that he would not be obliged to learn their sorrows; how small a thing her charm was for him now compared with the astounding terror that extended out from it like a murky halo, the immense anguish of not knowing at every moment what she had been doing, of not possessing her everywhere and always!
Marcel Proust