An hour or so later he received a note from Odette. Swann had left his cigarette case at her house. "If only," she wrote, "you had also forgotten your heart! I should never have let you have it back.

Time passes, and little by little everything that we have spoken in falsehood becomes true.

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

In theory one is aware that the earth revolves, but in practice one does not perceive it, the ground upon which one treads seems not to move, and one can live undisturbed. So it is with Time in one's life.

A work should convey its entire meaning by itself, imposing it on the spectator even before he knows what the subject is.

Our intonations contain our philosophy of life, what each of us is constantly telling himself about things.

Everybody calls "clear" those ideas which have the same degree of confusion as his own.