We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.
Marcel ProustThe only true voyage of discovery, . . . would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes.
Marcel ProustGriefs, at the moment when they change into ideas, lose some of their power to injure our heart.
Marcel Proust