Reality is never more than a first step towards an unknown on the road to which one can never progress very far.
Marcel ProustI had come in time to learn that it was a mistake to smile a friendly smile when somebody made a fool of me.
Marcel ProustPoets claim that we recapture for a moment the self that we were long ago when we enter some house or garden in which we used to live in our youth. But these are most hazardous pilgrimages, which end as often in disappointment as in success. It is in ourselves that we should rather seek to find those fixed places, contemporaneous with different years.
Marcel Proust