A person does not...stand motionless and clear before our eyes with his merits, his defects, his plans, his intentions with regard to ourself exposed on his surface...but is a shadow which we can never succeed in penetrating...a shadow behind which we can alternately imagine, with equal justification, that there burns the flame of hatred and of love.
Marcel ProustHow paradoxical it is to search reality for the pictures that are stored in one's memory.
Marcel ProustNine tenths of the ills from which intelligent people suffer spring from their intellect.
Marcel Proust