True variety is in that plenitude of real and unexpected elements, in the branch charged with blue flowers thrusting itself, against all expectations, from the springtime hedge which seems already too full, while the purely formal imitation of varietyis but void and uniformity, that is, that which is most opposed to variety.
Marcel ProustHowever, the danger in [socially unbalanced relationships] is that the subjection of the woman temporarily calms the man's jealousy but also renders it more demanding. He ends up making his mistress live like those prisoners on whom light is shone day and night in order for them to be better watched. And things always end in tragedy.
Marcel ProustA man of letters, merely by reading a phrase, can estimate exactly the literary merit of its author.
Marcel ProustFor, just as in the beginning it is formed by desire, so afterwards love is kept in existence only by painful anxiety.
Marcel Proust